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“You’re a saint”
“No I just try to remember that she’s your sister and you love her”
He shifted, rolling to his back and pulling her over to rest her head against his shoulder “I keep thinking that she’ll work it out, find so to do that makes her happy I’d hoped, when she married Derrick, that she’d be happy with him, in America But she hated Atlanta” Derrick Landers was froe lastedwhat?”
“Four years?” Derrick was in property developenerous, in terms of money anyhen he and Brooke had divorced
“Four years,” Rafe repeated, his deep voice echoing beneath her ear “She cary ever since”
“I don’t know, Rafe It seery, as far back as I can remember”
“Maybe so”
“Definitely so”
He reement “I’m continually amazed that Geoffrey’s so well-adjusted, to tell you the bald truth”
“I do worry for him But then I try to reood at showing it, and she never met a situation she couldn’t make into a crisis But I think he knows that she loves hiives hi of security—which is so Brooke herself doesn’t have”
He touched her jaw, her cheek She sighed in pleasure at the sweet caresses and he whispered, “You always see the best in people”
She snorted out a laugh at that “Your sister ree”
He kissed the crown of her head She felt his lips against her hair and knew coers strayed beneath the covers He found her hand and guided it lower “I have so to show you”
She tipped her head up enough to press her lips to his throat “I think I’ve already seen it”
He lifted her chin higher with a finger and kissed her, his tongueher breath catch and her heart beat hard and deep “Bored with me already, eh?”
Down beneath the blankets, she closed her fingers around hiainst his lips “Not in the least”
He groaned