“Are you disappointed?”
Cullen glanced to her face as she drew the linens up, covering herself. “In what?”
“I am not as buxom, or big, or tall as little Maggie,”
she pointed out quietly.
He almost laughed, but then realized she was serious. Women were a strange breed, Cullen decided. The truth was he liked her body. He’d liked Maggie’s, too. They were both beautiful in their own ways. Evelinde’s was slim and graceful like a rosebud rising out of the earth. Maggie had been full and ripe like a rose in full bloom. Both were roses and both beautiful.”
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Lynsay Sands,
Devil of the Highlands