“REINHART PULLED HER close, his hand against the back of her head, holding her to his chest. His heart pounded against his ribs. “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. “Do not cry. My Liebling . . . my sweet. Don’t cry.” He” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“I’d never seen him bare-chested. For the first time, he seemed vulnerable to me. His smooth, tight skin wrapped around the long muscles he’d developed over a lifetime of hard work. He found a shallow spot and sat, settling me… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
