His Every Kiss

“Then go ahead,” he murmured, daring the virtuous woman to be a bad girl. “Take what you want.”

She was a woman now, a woman shaped not only by romance, love, and adventure but also by hard times and harsh realities, and the struggle to keep balance.

“You spoke of responsibility earlier,” he said. “The Chinese say that if you save a man from death you are responsible for his life. We shall see each other again, Grace. I swear it.”

A compelling man, tall, with eyes of true black. Meeting his gaze had been like looking into an abyss where no light could penetrate the depths. A man with a resolute jaw that said he usually got what he wanted, and a cynical curve to his mouth that said he was easily bored by it afterward.