“He pulled the knitting away from her, throwing it in the grass, then sank down on his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her lap. He was shaking, she realized,… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Waiting anxiously for you, Unable to sleep, but falling into a doze— Are those words of love Floating to my pillow, Or is this too a dream . . . ? My eyes open and here is my tear-drenched sleeve.… — Lesley Downer Copy Share Image
