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Authors: Joely Sue Burkhart
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First kiss of love. Her heart skipped, heat flooding her at the memory. Whatever happened between them, she’d never forget that kiss. She’d never forget him. He was worth the risk.
“I’m so glad you’re close, Conn,” Miss Belle said, fondly patting her grandson’s cheek.
“How close?” Rae squeaked. He didn’t live here; he’d said so. Because if he was here, in this house… She wouldn’t make it a week.
“I live in the guesthouse on the edge of the property.”
She wracked her brain, trying to remember a guesthouse. How much land did Miss Belle have here? Was he a mile away, less? The thought both thrilled and scared her to death.
“If you drive past the house instead of turning in here, the road curves along the outer edge of our property and ends up at my cottage. It’s more secluded and very private.” He leaned down, breathing into her ear. “If you cut across the property, you can be in my bed in five minutes.”
“Now, now, don’t you threaten my property manager!” Miss Belle laughed, pushing him toward the door. He held on to Rae, drawing her with him. “Why don’t you go on home now and memorize some more Lord Byron. We’ve had enough excitement tonight, and you’re definitely going to need the help to make it two weeks.”
What did Lord Byron’s poetry have to do with the ridiculous bet? Rae had no idea, and from the smirk on the old lady’s face, she didn’t want to know.
“Walk me out,” Conn whispered, his eyes heavy and dark. Automatically, her body tightened, heating up all over again, just from the look in his eyes. Her gaze settled on his lips.
“You know the way, Verrill Connagher.” Miss Belle shooed him outside, holding Rae back when she would have gone with him out the door. “You can show Rae Lynn the shortcut some other day.”
“Don’t I get a kiss good night?”
“You had your kiss. I’m not losing this bet to Colonel Healy! Now get!”
Chapter Six
Dear Dr. Connagher:
I’ve made a terrible mistake. I’m miserable. And I have no one to blame but myself.
Writing you like this is my only sanity. You’re the only person I can talk to. What am I going to say to Daddy, once the hardest-working man I know, now confined to a wheelchair and his bed, mute and unable to care for himself?
You were right, Daddy.
What do I do now? How can I complain about my marriage to him when he’s lost so much more than me?
All I lost is you, and it was my own fault. My own choice.
Sometimes sneaking in here to you, I feel like I’m having an affair. After all these years, you still have the ability to scare me spitless. I’ve taken vows; I made a serious commitment.
When I give my word, I keep it. You know that. I gave my word to Richard and I said, “I do.”
Yet if you walked in here today and crooked your little finger at me, I’d follow you anywhere. No communication beyond my one-sided letters to you in years, and I’d break my word and dishonor my vows simply to be with you.
Sometimes… I’m crying here. Sometimes I wish you would drive up, roll down your window and turn those powerful blues on me. “Come with me, Rae.” And I would. Without hesitation.
I thought I was saving myself by leaving you. But now I’m drowning myself day by day.
It’s a slow murderous death. Please, Conn, if you cared for me even a little…
Save me from myself.
~ Rae
The solid thwack of wood on wood echoed in the arena. Conn absorbed his friend’s strike and used his momentum to spin his practice sword back up in a smooth arc. Mason blocked him effortlessly.
Before they’d started drilling each Wednesday before class, this arena would have most likely been empty. Oh, a few die-hard rodeo riders might have been up this early to exercise their horses, but for the most part, the college community didn’t get up at six o’clock in the morning, let alone to practice a sword drill. To watch two professors beat each other with swords, though, a
First kiss of love. Her heart skipped, heat flooding her at the memory. Whatever happened between them, she’d never forget that kiss. She’d never forget him. He was worth the risk.
“I’m so glad you’re close, Conn,” Miss Belle said, fondly patting her grandson’s cheek.
“How close?” Rae squeaked. He didn’t live here; he’d said so. Because if he was here, in this house… She wouldn’t make it a week.
“I live in the guesthouse on the edge of the property.”
She wracked her brain, trying to remember a guesthouse. How much land did Miss Belle have here? Was he a mile away, less? The thought both thrilled and scared her to death.
“If you drive past the house instead of turning in here, the road curves along the outer edge of our property and ends up at my cottage. It’s more secluded and very private.” He leaned down, breathing into her ear. “If you cut across the property, you can be in my bed in five minutes.”
“Now, now, don’t you threaten my property manager!” Miss Belle laughed, pushing him toward the door. He held on to Rae, drawing her with him. “Why don’t you go on home now and memorize some more Lord Byron. We’ve had enough excitement tonight, and you’re definitely going to need the help to make it two weeks.”
What did Lord Byron’s poetry have to do with the ridiculous bet? Rae had no idea, and from the smirk on the old lady’s face, she didn’t want to know.
“Walk me out,” Conn whispered, his eyes heavy and dark. Automatically, her body tightened, heating up all over again, just from the look in his eyes. Her gaze settled on his lips.
“You know the way, Verrill Connagher.” Miss Belle shooed him outside, holding Rae back when she would have gone with him out the door. “You can show Rae Lynn the shortcut some other day.”
“Don’t I get a kiss good night?”
“You had your kiss. I’m not losing this bet to Colonel Healy! Now get!”
Chapter Six
Dear Dr. Connagher:
I’ve made a terrible mistake. I’m miserable. And I have no one to blame but myself.
Writing you like this is my only sanity. You’re the only person I can talk to. What am I going to say to Daddy, once the hardest-working man I know, now confined to a wheelchair and his bed, mute and unable to care for himself?
You were right, Daddy.
What do I do now? How can I complain about my marriage to him when he’s lost so much more than me?
All I lost is you, and it was my own fault. My own choice.
Sometimes sneaking in here to you, I feel like I’m having an affair. After all these years, you still have the ability to scare me spitless. I’ve taken vows; I made a serious commitment.
When I give my word, I keep it. You know that. I gave my word to Richard and I said, “I do.”
Yet if you walked in here today and crooked your little finger at me, I’d follow you anywhere. No communication beyond my one-sided letters to you in years, and I’d break my word and dishonor my vows simply to be with you.
Sometimes… I’m crying here. Sometimes I wish you would drive up, roll down your window and turn those powerful blues on me. “Come with me, Rae.” And I would. Without hesitation.
I thought I was saving myself by leaving you. But now I’m drowning myself day by day.
It’s a slow murderous death. Please, Conn, if you cared for me even a little…
Save me from myself.
~ Rae
The solid thwack of wood on wood echoed in the arena. Conn absorbed his friend’s strike and used his momentum to spin his practice sword back up in a smooth arc. Mason blocked him effortlessly.
Before they’d started drilling each Wednesday before class, this arena would have most likely been empty. Oh, a few die-hard rodeo riders might have been up this early to exercise their horses, but for the most part, the college community didn’t get up at six o’clock in the morning, let alone to practice a sword drill. To watch two professors beat each other with swords, though, a
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