Coming April 2, 2013
Exceprt:
Ah, Christ. Gabriel scrubbed his hands over his face, wishing he could hide behind his palms forever. Or at least until she gave up and went home.
But he couldn’t. He dropped his hands and strove for a calming breath. But it quickly turned into a snort of grim amusement. After years of imagining it, he’d finally had Penelope in his arms—with one of them in the buff, no less—and he couldn’t even remember it. That might be the cruelest part of all of this.
The irreverent thought brought huffs of laughter. Not the joyful kind, but the near silent kind that takes over when one is faced with a situation where one must either laugh or cry.
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