The thought alone was pure madness. A man like that, holding a woman like me? A woman he hated. A woman he insulted. A woman who was trying to take everything from him. He held me. He warmed me. He saved me. “Don’t think about it, Val,” I whispered to myself as I looked down at the shirt once more. At least his shirt fit me. Being tall and plus sized, it was rare to find a man larger than me. My stomach was hidden under the cotton fabric, loose and drowning me. Denver Langston was indeed a large man. A bear of a man.
