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relationship with her father and an unhappy marriage. Somewhere in D.J.'s past, as in his own, circumstances had shaped her into the woman he knew. The woman he desiredbut could not have. He needed love too badly, he'd waited for love too long, to throw his dreams away on the promise of sexual fulfillment. Maybe he could teach her to love him the way he'd dreamed of being lovedbut then again, maybe he couldn't. He'd lived with the Rousseaus for six years and seen how lust could turn into hate. D.J. couldn't be the woman for him. She wanted nothing to do with his dreams, and she possessed none of her own. To delude himself into believing what D.J. felt for him and he for her could ever be the love he'd waited all his life to find was to give in to his loneliness too soon. |
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The van stopped with a jerk. Chris broke away from his intense contemplation of D.J. Franklin peered around the driver's seat. His gaze touched on the sleeping woman and softened. Chris tensed, his teeth grinding together. He had to fight the urge to tell Franklin to keep his eyes to himself. What was the matter with him? He'd just decided D.J. wasn't for him. Why did the thought of her and Franklin together send a blast of fury through his gut? The doctor's gaze left D.J. and found Chris. |
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"This is as far as I can go with the van. You carry her, and I'll take the supplies and the luggage." Dan got out of the van, his footsteps crunching as he walked around to the rear doors. |
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The latch clicked and the doors opened outward. Fresh, cool air wafted in. The sky had begun to darken with the advent of night. "Toss me that |
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