DePalma shook his head. Perhaps I should rephrase my suggestion, hesaid. But the bellow was not fromGod; it was from Albert Fletcher. The word left a bad taste in her mouth.
His fingersskimmed down her sides and his hands settled on her hips. FT' Christmas gift from a parishioner. Then he turned away abruptly, snapping the thread of tension. Megan did her best to ignore his concern.
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