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An excerpt from Marked by Tears
...But the saint was already making his getaway, silently gliding toward the exit.
“Wait!”
She ran after him, catching him at the door when one of the other
homeless men accidentally blocked the escape route. “Please, don’t
leave.”
He
partially turned to face her. God, he was huge, at least six-four and
broad as a house through the shoulders. Somehow, he’d never seemed so
big before.
But then she’d never been this close.
“Please,
I just wanted to bring you some food.” She let go when his arm tensed
dangerously under her grip. “You don’t have to run.”
His
head ducked away. “It’s what I’m good at.” The rumble of his voice
vibrated through her, leaving a purring shiver in its wake.
She tried to see under his shadowy cowl. “Not today. Today be good at staying.”
His
golden eyes met her stare. “Today.” The word and the gaze flared an
unexpected warmth within her. With every breath, his spicy scent teased
the heat higher.
Arousal? She jerked back, nearly spilling the stew. “I…” Don’t deserve to feel this alive.
“Please, come back and sit down. There is a table over by the back
door. You can have that one.” She tried to smile encouragingly. “Just in
case you have to run.”
“For you…”
Had
he just--? No, his words couldn’t imply he had any interest. She might
wonder about him, watch for him, but surely, he didn’t notice her. She
shivered. If he did, was that even a good thing? What did she know about
him, other than the fact he drew her to him, like a moth to a flame?
Nothing. And better to keep it that way. “Come on. I’ll warm up your
stew.”
She
almost reached for his hand. If he were any other shelter visitor,
she’d surely have at least guided him by the arm, but something about
him unnerved her. Instead, she led the way back to the table and waited
for him to settle into the seat.
“Let me warm this up.”
He caught her hand, sending tingles up her arm on a wave of anticipation. “Thank you.”
“I…” She cleared her throat in a vain attempt to control her reaction.
“Will you tell me your name?”
The
silence drew out until she was sure he intended to ignore the question.
Suspicion was common among the homeless. She wouldn’t push.
His grip relaxed. “Maybe, but not today.”
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