“I’m not asking for the world, Señor Fox.” She adjusted the fall of his cravat, and then settled her palm over where his heart thundered in his chest. “I’m simply asking for another kiss.” His eyes went wide, but he didn’t hesitate to acquiesce, lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. Ana María sighed into his touch, his lips and hands drowning out the fruitless warnings that sounded in the back of her mind. For there would be time to mourn what could not be, and it was not now. Now was for indulging in the impossible.
