He whirled on her quickly in the tight space, instantly pinning her to the stone wall with his larger body. He kissed her, savagely, hungrily. “Are you offering another sort of forgetting, wife?” His mouth burned hot on her neck. Tears pricked Leah’s eyes, even as her fingers threaded into his hair. “Why is the thought of me loving ye so terrible?” He stilled against her, air gusting from his lungs. “It’s not . . . oh, Leah . . . it’s Dennis and . . . and . . .” He rested his forehead against hers, shaking his head. “It’s just . . . there is so much old pain . . .” He swallowed. “I don’t know
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