Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] nomajoka

him? who? heda tried to think of who anselm might mean with his possessive scour. there were no other men here save john and etienne, and she was certain he did not mean the gentle sweetharbor man.
she watched him come closer, heard the territoriality in his voice; he meant etienne, surely. "i won't," the widow agreed weakly, though still he came closer and her body responded in traitorous want.
heda had lived enough for two lives, but she was still quite young. desire had not yet died in her, it had only been covered. and what had she told the other hollow woman? this was a call from god. be fruitful.
her mouth was dry. "i was a good wife before." heda stared up into his harsh sungold eyes. "i could be one again." has she been? had she? could she? the widow was tensing, wondering if he would strike her; but she saw no evidence of that and more that he had closed the distance between them.