Приносящая детей матушка. Народное творчество

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      “So the will is set up so that if one of you defaults, you all lose?” Jerrod asked, and got to his feet, also.

      Her fragrance surrounded him, the scent of summer flowers and vanilla, and he stepped closer to her, drawn to her as he had been so long ago.

      Was the magic they’d once had gone forever? Never to be recaptured? Crushed beneath the weight of his youthful mistake and the circumstances that had brought them here in this place in time?

      She nodded absently in answer to his question. “I’ve got to get home. I have a full day planned for tomorrow. I need to talk to people who knew Erin and Richard.” She stepped off the porch and he followed her.

      When she reached her car, she started to climb in, but he stopped her by touching her arm. She looked up at him, her strong, beautiful features painted by the moonlight.

      “Johnna, I want you to take this threat seriously.” He nodded to indicate the paint on her hood.

      “I’m sure it’s nothing more than the work of a moron,” she said.

      “Even morons can be dangerous.” He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to capture those lips with his, feel the heat of her body pressed against his, recapture the magic that had become lost.

      Unable to help himself, he reached up and touched a finger to her cheek. She flinched away from him, her gaze hardening, and got into her car. “I’ll be careful,” she said, and started the engine.

      As she pulled away, Jerrod shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and watched until her taillights had disappeared from view.