Carole Buck - Three-Alarm Love

The conditional nature of the last statement ripped at him, but he managed to keep his expression neutral. “Which isn’t the same as just plain trustin’ me, is it.”

“N-no.” The syllable came out reluctantly, as though she sensed how much her words had hurt him and regretted the pain she’d inflicted. “No, it isn’t. But I’m working on that. Only, I can‘t—it isn’t that I don’t—” She stopped, closing her eyes. When she reopened them, Fridge caught a glimpse of emotional storm within her. He also glimpsed her determination to weather it intact. “I need... time.”

There was a long pause. During the course of it, the dynamic between them seemed to alter. The air around them pulsed suddenly, as though charged by a silent lightning strike.

Keezia’s warm, womanly scent teased Fridge’s nostrils. The heat he’d seen shimmering in her eyes at the end of their dance was back, more alluring than before. He yearned to stoke that heat to flame. The ignition of the passion he knew she had within her was one form of combustion he didn’t fear.

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