I posted Chapter 3, Scene 2 (1.3.2).
For re-entry ease: here is the end of the previous scene, followed by the link to the new scene:
She didn’t push him away—he had his uses—but her mind flooded with images of a doomed IRA terrorist’s rough tenderness before going out in a spray of bullets, a battleworn knight triumphant a moment before the tide turned forever.
She wasn’t thinking of Michael Hendricks as they made love.
Why not me?
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Copyright by Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt 2013.