Chapter 158

• Sighing a little, she pictured two small boys with Michael’s clear-cut features, cleft chin, and thick dark hair.
• Watching her face grow soft, he wondered what she was thinking.
• Since that impulsive kiss in the darkness of the secret passage, his mind had been only partly on what was being said, his concentration seduced by memories of her response. How willingly her cold lips had parted beneath his, how pliantly her body had moulded itself against his body, how eagerly her arms had welcomed him and held him close…