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468 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 21, 2021
“Miss Brandon, in my opinion,” his brain shoved hard on the brakes, but his mouth had disabled them at least four sentences ago, “you are the ‘quintessence of all that is beautiful and rare.’”
“I feel like now, this thing between us is something I’ll work to keep, I’ll one day fight to keep, and I might even someday kill to keep.”
“What’s wrong with my wife being on the ‘curvier’ side?”
“Seems like a lot of woman to handle.”
“Look, Spence, to you, she’s too much woman to handle. To me, she’s simply a woman, and I’m a man who likes the kind of woman she is. You’re intimidated because you’ll never be man enough to handle a woman like Zaraia. Just say that.”
Each step forward pushed her backward until she’d crawled onto the bed, sitting back on her knees, her nipples firm against the sleek fabric of her nightgown.
This poem, he didn’t recite.
This one, a Pushkin known by nearly every Russian, he kept to himself.
I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen
Pure phantom in enchanting light
“I want to make sure I’m doing this right. I don’t have much experience with this, but I’ve seen it before and…people float. I want you floating.”
She used his chest to prop herself up. “Floating? Like in water? Babe, what are you talking about? Much experience with what?”
And he said, with an expression as cool as the air blowing over them from the vents overhead, “Love.”
He flicked the handkerchief in Erika’s direction. “Yes, Sister Darcey! Come to the church for the WAP! Sit in these pews and get this WAP!”
Pavel leaned near Zaraia’s ear. “What’s WAP?”
“Wireless Access Protocol,” Zaraia said, and she didn’t know how she kept a straight face. Her poor guy looked even more confused than before.
“Worship And Prayer, of course,” Pastor Troy clarified.