Darcy Branwyn

Worth Fighting For:

England, 1192

…Alana let herself go, for the moment. She didn’t have any choice but to be strong but right then all she wanted was for him to hold her. “I…” she almost wanted to tell him the truth; it felt so right to be like this, to spill each other out, to let all the fear and uncertainty go. She couldn’t do it in the end. It was too much to admit that she loved him. “What if I told you that our friendship means more to me than I can say?”

He lifted his head, looking into her eyes. Slowly, he backed her against the tree. She wasn’t trapped so much as sheltered there. “What if I told you that I felt the same way?”

She nodded, smiling. “I’d really like that.”

“So would I.”…

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