Chapter 801
- Derek lay in bed, his thoughts drifting back to the past—their hands would often interlock when passion arose.
- Now, though the woman before him was a stranger in appearance, demeanor, and even gaze, the feel of her palm was achingly familiar.
- Gently, he held her hand, tracing the lines of her palm and the warmth of her fingertips. He was certain—the size and bone structure of a hand were unchangeable.