He stopped working and smiled at her. “What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?” “I’m thinking I’d best do something about you soon.” “Are you open to suggestions?” Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. “Not of that sort.
-Susan Wiggs
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