“I’m sorry,” he said. xxx 18 “The hell I can’t. The woman’s icy fingers sank into his arm like claws. “Is that better?” he said. He sucked one breast into his mouth, pushing the firm nipple against his teeth. He couldn’t help it. Now you’re going to be the last one who ever gets to see her.”
Wallace’s mouth went dry. He spotted one against the purple velvet lining, resting in the auburn curls that pillowed her head. April wriggled out of her dress. “I only ask because, well, I don’t know anything about your…?”
“Life?”
He blushed in the dark. You’re worse than a thief, Archibald Clarence.” They tore at him, ripping his coat with grasping hands.
