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128 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
Every smile she gave Hartley Wade was a treasure to be stored up for future pleasure, because each smile was guileless and sincere as well as utterly beautiful. Every word she spoke to him had been committed carefully to memory.
He wondered if he was being hopelessly fanciful, hopelessly romantic, to believe that he would always remember her, always love her.
And he would never let his wife suffer. For the rest of his days, he would devote himself to her happiness.
For answer he leaned forward and kissed her swiftly on both cheeks, brushing away the salt tears with his lips.
"Whole?" She looked into his eyes. "You mean because of your accident? Do you think that makes a difference to me? Because you limp? And because you have lost some of the use of your hand? You are whole in every way that could possibly be of importance to me. I regret these things only in that they cause you distress."
She lifted his right hand to rub her cheek against his fingers. She turned her head to kiss them.