 | Jo Beverley - 1999 - 356 страница
...searching for words, and then said softly, a little desperately, "And things will get better." With that he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed. He laid her there gently and drew up the His leaving did not dilute her happiness. She missed... | |
 | Jennifer St. Giles - 2007 - 389 страница
...lips had his body trembling until he could barely stand. With a cry of frustration at his weakness, he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to the fire, kneeling down to lay her upon the white cloud of sheepskin there. The scent of her, a mingling... | |
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I've been waiting for you for weeks and weeks," she found herself confessing. And I've been waiting for you for years and years, Francesco. He bit back these words which had so inexplicably leaped into his head, did not wish to express this curious thought,... 