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"I know I’ cancer I’ history I’m not a mother with children who need me, either" She’d rarely voiced these doubts aloud, but for so out

He reached over to gently stroke his fingers across her cheek, the heat of his touch in sharp contrast to the coolness of her skin "You "

Jack’s words warmed her, just as his touch--and his kiss--had So when they began to walk again and a damp hipped up around thehtly and move just a little bit closer, too

Jack had never had any problems with the opposite sex Girls and then women had always see around theht…especially after that kiss under the mistletoe

The kiss had been two sets of lips barely touching They hadn’t even held hands And yet, she’d completely knocked his socks off to the point where his heart was still pounding hard and his veins were still buzzing with desire as they walked down the crowded street

Had Mary been affected by their kiss in the same way?

And was there any way he could have felt that much if she hadn’t felt it, too?

The first drops of rain ca hard and fast Jack was searching for an overhanging awning when he realized Mary was staring up at the sky as the rain poured down on her And there was a big sin’ in the Rain o of his ar the title tune from the film "It’s still one of my favorite movies"

Jack had seen Mary as a supermodel, he’d seen her as a businesswoirl Full of wonder fro, dark hair wet and slicked back, drops of water falling fro drops of rain just ue

Once upon a time he’d loved to play in the rain, but over the years, as he’d focused more and more on his invention--with only the occasional break for a fast car or a pretty woht of those pleasures

After everyone else ran for cover, Jack and Mary were the only two people left on the sidewalk It felt, for a moment, as if the city was entirely theirs