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Zed watched Catherine dance, he was mesmerized by her
movements, the way her hips swayed and her feet skipped around. Maddy grinned
and Catherine laughed. Pink tinged her cheeks and happiness lit up her face,
and he knew he’d never forget this moment the rest of his life.
When the music stopped, Catherine held Maddy high in the air.
“What do you think about that, little one?” She turned to Zed. “Thank you.”
Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
He put his hand against his face where her lips had touched.
He stood. They were so close, their bodies didn’t touch, but an electrical
current surged between them. He took in the scent of her, lavender and sugar,
and he knew forever those smells would bring Catherine to his mind. When
Catherine leaned in, Zed met her, and their lips touched. Briefly. He heard a
small sigh and pressed his mouth to hers once again relishing the softness of
her lips. Their mouths molded together, and he pulled her closer. Maddy
squealed as she was caught between them. He laughed and kissed the beautiful
child and ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair. He held them both
and fought the desire to hold on and never let go.
Catherine pulled away.
Emptiness settled over him as she walked to her rocking
chair. He wanted to rush to her and pull her to him, letting her body mold to
his. He wanted to hold on and tell her he loved her, but he didn’t. Instead, he
watched her sit down.
“Maddy needs to be fed.” Catherine said the words softly.
He looked at her and realized that Catherine would have to
bare her breast to feed the baby. He turned away quickly not wanting her to be
uncomfortable, but he longed to stay and watch the beautiful miracle, see her
with her child, a sight he longed to see every day of his life. But he walked
away. “I’ll just go check on Major.” He picked up his hat and hurried from the
room.
He stood facing the mountain in front of the cabin, trying to
calm himself. What had gotten into him? Desire, he’d felt before, but nothing
compared to the want he had for Catherine. Lust, he knew, but this was much
more than lust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself be pulled into love for
Catherine and Maddy. And he couldn’t. He wasn’t free to do that, and he
couldn’t break Catherine’s heart or hurt Rachel. His word was his bond, and
he’d given his word.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Bailey
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