Lightning Strikes. Colleen Collins
anymore. Hell, it’d been so long since he’d had fun, he almost didn’t recognize the feeling. It was almost like being the old Donnie again, enjoying the moment, feeling alive….
“I take it Ralph then delivered this bed and picked up my bed—although you’re still a big question mark.” He stepped closer.
Her green eyes darkened, as though a shadow had passed over a sparkling sea. And in that moment, he realized this woman was nervous about whatever had happened between them. Not shy-nervous, but anxious-nervous as though she was in way over her head. To look at her strong little body, she appeared to be a woman who could handle anything.
But that look in her eyes betrayed a fragility.
The realization stabbed him, right to the core of a memory he wished he could forget. He knew how people could appear strong, yet be so fragile that when they shattered, pieces of their life splintered far and wide, some never to be found again.
“I guess Milly can fill in the details,” he said quietly. Only his neighbor Milly could have let these people in. And she would have had a good reason. Yeah, she’d explain everything…except why and how this woman got naked…
Another steamy memory burned through his brain. Too real, too hot to be merely a dream. He reached over and touched the woman’s hair. The silky strands fell through his fingers…a sensation he recalled from last night…
“Did we—?” he asked. “Are we—?”
Her eyes moistened as though she couldn’t contain her feelings any longer. She nodded, her chin trembling.
“We’re…we’re…” A tear spilled down her cheek. “…lubbers.”
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