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Excerpt from A Fairy Tale for Gwyn (copyright 2009 Linda Poitevin)
Gwyn rubbed her hand over her chest, surprised to find that her heart still beat there, certain it had been swallowed up by the hollow ache that made the simple act of breathing painful. She followed Gareth down the hallway to the front entrance. Her traitorous gaze roved the breadth of his shoulders, the lean length of his body. The ache in her center moved deeper.
Dear God, what was she doing? She’d spent four years protecting herself and her kids from another Jack – and those same four years denying herself things she’d very nearly forgotten until now. Why couldn’t she just this once go with the flow? Live for the moment? Do what she so desperately wanted to do? Other women had relationships with men, and their children survived – lord, she could even make sure that her kids had no more involvement in any of this. It could be between just her and Gareth...a harmless fling...
She bit back a groan.
But that was the problem. It wouldn’t be harmless. Not really. It couldn’t be, because harmless and an affair with Gareth didn’t go together. Devastating, yes. Earth-shattering, probably. Reality-altering, definitely. But never harmless.
Gareth took his leather coat from the closet and turned to face her, his expression shadowed. And filled with definite purpose.
Gwyn swallowed – hard.
Take control, she urged herself. Take control now, before he –
She stuck out her hand into the space that separated them, mortified to see it shake wildly, but too terrified to remove it. “Goodbye,” she said, her voice thick and unrecognizable even to her own ears. “And thank you again for everything. I enjoyed meeting you.”
Such ridiculous words...
Gareth stared at her hand, and a wickedly lazy smile curved his lips. “A handshake?” he murmured. He raised his eyes to hers and shook his head. “I don’t think so.”