by Joan Smith
“These cartoons are the real reason I came to Penfel Hall. What a long time it has taken for me to get to see them.”
“Some things are worth waiting for,” he said.
“Oh, yes. They are marvelous!”
“I wasn’t talking about the cartoons,” he said. “I was talking about”—he drew her into his arms— “this.”
And “this,” a very deep kiss indeed, made Abbie forget everything, even the da Vinci cartoons.
Copyright © 1997 by Joan Smith
Originally published by Fawcett Crest (ISBN 044925534X)
Electronically published in 2014 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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