Another Dawn by Deb Stover

Author:Deb Stover [Stover, Deb]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Redemption (Colo.), Romance, Capital Punishment, Historical, General, Time Travel
ISBN: 9780821761007
Google: R7Lkk180a1wC
Amazon: 0821761005
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 1998-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

Luke didn't want to wake her, but watching and hearing her dream was driving him nuts. Her parted lips, flushed cheeks, and occasional moans made him wonder if she was dreaming about sex. Did women have wet dreams?

He cleared his throat loudly, and she whispered, "Now, Luke. Now."

Oh, God. A bolt of lightning struck right between his legs. Whatever she was dreaming, he wished he could join her. Was he the Luke in her dream? Oh, God.

He cleared his throat again, and her eyes fluttered open. Silently, he watched her look around the room, until her gaze came to rest on him, seated at Reverend Bodine's desk. She blinked several times and her cheeks turned even redder than before.

Yes, of course he'd been the Luke in her dream. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to control the insistent thrum through his veins. Every beat of his heart seemed to shout, "Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!"

He drew another deep breath, shifting his weight in the appropriately hard, wooden chair. The settee looked one hell of a lot more comfortable, but that was too close to Sofie.

Yet not close enough.

"Now, Luke?" he repeated, grinning. He simply couldn't resist the impulse to tease. She looked away, making him immediately regret his words. Just because he was hornier than a mutt after a French poodle in heat didn't mean he had to take it out on Sofie. "I'm sorry."

She looked at him again and he saw tears glistening in the depths of her gorgeous blue eyes. How he ached to kiss away her tears, and to fulfill her every dream. Adjusting himself inside his jeans–discreetly, he hoped–Luke went to the ottoman in front of her rocker and straddled it.

Big mistake.

Wincing, he swung both legs in front of him and leaned toward her, taking her hand. Sofie's skin was so soft. He traced a line from her palm to her wrist, then he looked up to meet her gaze.

Her cheeks still flushed, her breath shallow, she stared at him with wide, frightened eyes. Scaring her was the last thing he wanted to do, but if she felt for him a fraction of what he felt for her, they were both in big trouble.

"Did...did everybody leave?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Luke nodded. "They didn't want to wake you, and it's awfully late."

"The shooting." Sofie sat up straighter and gripped his hand. "What happened? Was anybody hurt?"

"No, everything's fine now." He looked at their hands joined on the arm of the chair, their fingers intertwined.

Intimately.

If only it were their legs.

Holy shit. He bolted off the ottoman and walked toward the fire. The flames danced and crackled, their warmth seeping through his bones. He drew a deep breath and looked upward at the ceiling.

Something had to give soon. He couldn't take much more of this pretense. And tomorrow, to top it all off, he had to marry two people he respected and cared about.

Illegally.

Dr. Wilson and Mrs. Fleming would live in sin, but they wouldn't realize it.

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