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660 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1987
Her gaze was a soft focus of light on his face. “Is it what you want?”
He turned his face from her, his head throbbing from confusion and too much wine. His voice was hoarse. “I don’t know.”
Gently, as though she were the parent comforting the child, Isabel took his face between her hands, making him look at her. Her voice was soft but very steady. ”I want whatever you want. Today. Tomorrow. Always.”
Baldwin went readily into her arms, his words tangled in sobs. “I want you.”
“You have me,” she answered, inscrutably calm. “Nothing will ever change that.” She sank gracefully to the bed cushions, easing him down beside her. “Now hush . ..”
Flinging herself against him, her face pressed to the inner folds of his pellison, she gasped, “When will I ever see you again—and how can I live without you?”
She let him comfort her with kisses and soft words and discreet caresses, let him pull her hands closer till they rested beneath his bliaud, and she fondled him with piquant skill. When she had finished, she sank to the ground before him, pressing her face to his knee and forbidding herself to cry.




