Thinking about Noah made it difficult to remember that there would never again be a man in her life. Ever, ever, ever. She'd been hurt by men too often. Okay, there hadn't been many, but the three major contenders had been totally horrible. Death, prison and weirdness. If there'd been even one lucky break where love was concerned, she might consider another stab at it down the line a bit, but not likely. She had already proven she didn't know how to pick a man, and it was doubtful she could start now. But he was very attractive, the preacher man. Six feet, ink-black hair with a lock that fell over his brow sometimes. Expressive dark brows over the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. And lips that just screamed Come to Papa. Then there was that smile. Or, all those smiles-the one that indulged, the one that mocked, the one that burst out of him before he could stop it. He couldn't hide the fact that for a devout sort of guy there was some bad boy in him that he was barely keeping under control. His smile came with dimples that almost brought her to her knees. Six feet of delicious man with strong shoulders, long legs and big, hard hands. Yeah, he could get her in trouble. But
( Robyn Carr )
[ Forbidden Falls ]
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