Julia Ross

“341 days seems like an eternity when you can't see people you love.”

“I'm in love with you—ridiculous, isn't it?" It's impossible. Why had she played with fire? Ridiculous, isn't it? If he knew how she felt, how much more impossible for him! "You'll get over it," she said at last. The smile widened, as if a deep appreciation for his own frailty spread only the most wicked amusement. "Is that all you have to say when a man bares his bloody soul and admits his absurdity?" "I think you're in pain," she said, fighting the odd strangling panic. "I don't believe love is meant to be painful." "No, of course not. Love is meant to be comfortable and safe, like Jeb Hardacre and his wife snoring before the kitchen fire. That is not what I feel about you." He laughed with obvious bravado. "This is a madness. I want to enter your skin. I want to discover your very essence—why you're so enthralling and mysterious to me. I cannot allow any of it.”