“His arms were spread out over the back of the settee and his booted feet were stretched out before him, resting on the fine cherry-wood occasional table. He appeared entirely relaxed. Rudely so. She was certain that he would never sit so in his own parlor. She was equally certain that his posture was a definite statement of his opinion of her. But then again, maybe it was just a bone-deep exhaustion brought on by the war. Yet his eyes were on her like those of a hawk.“You’ve been far more than ...ten minutes, Mrs. Michaelson,” he informed her. “And you’re still here, Colonel,” she commented in return. “I told you that I wasn’t leaving my son,” he said flatly. “Yes, well your son needed things for the journey,” Callie informed him coolly. She wondered why her stomach was winding into such vicious knots. How could she wonder? Daniel was back. She was suddenly aware that she was still very much in love with him. No matter how condemning his eyes, or how furious she was with him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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