He caught a glint of her moonlit hair, the curve, of her shoulders, the utter stillness of her. Every pulse, every muscle, every nerve in his body wanted to go to her, hold her…dammit, make love to her. For the tick of a second there was silence. Unfortunately, his lady wasn’t physically ready to be made love to. And Owen had the fleeting intuition that emotionally, too, she would reject his touch right now. Any man’s touch. His head reeled with the implications of the story she’d told him. He had a clear picture of what the marriage had been like for her. Too clear. And whether or not Laura wanted to be held, he had a very good idea that she needed to be. “Owen…please go home!” “Yes.” He crossed the dark room in four long strides, took her hands and pulled her back with him toward the bed. She stiffened at his touch, but she didn’t fight him. “You don’t need to stay just because you think…I’m upset. I’m not upset—” “I know you’re not.” Sitting down, he drew her on his lap and simply let his warmth penetrate the trembling chill of her.
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