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It had to be quick. That was all they really could do. A breathless fumbling inside the closet. A heated glance across the bed frame. Snatched moments in between courting death.
“Found it!”
Truth be told, he would never feel for another as he did for her right then.
“I love you,” he confessed.
“We mustn’t, Colin!” She gasped, as he pressed himself against his clever wife, pushing her towards Anthony’s bed. Oh but they must.
“All’s fair in love and war, Pen,” came his swift reply, pecking her nose, as he stuffed the mallet of death down his trousers.