Nora Roberts
Stories
2
Chapters
34
Words
155.2 K
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Reading
12 h, 55 m
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“Cut it out, asshole.” But he laughed a little despite himself. At least until the door flew open, and both porch doors did the same. He smelled honeysuckle, sweet as summer, on the rush of icy air. “Well, Jesus.” He’d mostly accepted they had a ghost—mostly believed it. After all, there’d been incidents, and Beckett was adamant. Adamant enough that he’d named her Elizabeth in honor of the room she preferred. But this was Owen’s first personal, up-close and inarguable…-
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WALKING THROUGH CLARE’S EMPTY HOUSE GAVE SAM a thrill of satisfaction. He could come and go as he pleased, anywhere he pleased and whenever he pleased. He studied the photographs she had arranged on tables and shelves, imagined himself in them. He soon would be. It was just a matter of getting her alone until she understood what was best for her. Until she finally admitted she belonged to him. A real man took what he wanted, and though he’d been patient with her—maybe too patient—it…
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HE WOULD HAVE LINGERED OVER PIE, BUT SHE INSISTED on clearing up the dishes. Since he figured she was running the show, he didn’t try to persuade her into stacking them up for later. In any case, he enjoyed having her fuss around his kitchen with him with the music going, the conversation easy. “This was a hell of a surprise, Clare.” “It may not reach the level of two puppies, but it’s not bad. And for me, it’s nice to have an evening where the focus of every minute isn’t on…
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