No, she was just a woman. And that meant she could feel, she could need, she could give and she could receive.

“You’re killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs …”

“Ian!" she cried, afraid to believe it. "I don’t want you to ever regret that yo…”

“This was why I did what I did," she whispered. "I looked at those men at the ba…”

“He turned out the lamp and left the room, his body in agony. Sometimes, it was …”