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way, but he gave her no time to answer before he continued slowly, softly, "I've told myself you're crazy. But if so . . . well, I am too. You were right; those visions you describedmy hallucinationsno one else knew about them. And if they're true, if we shared them and the supernatural does existwell, who am I to say you didn't come from a wagon train in the past? I don't know what to believe anymore."
Blindly, she reached out to grasp his hand. Clutching it as though to let it go would be to withdraw from her last shred of hope, she whispered brokenly, "Believe me, Mike, please." She drew his hand to her cheek, feeling his harshness against her soft, tear-moistened skin. "Please," she said once more.
He groaned and pulled her close, and all the responses she had felt before, the heat and moistness and need, all rushed back to inundate her in a flood of sensation.
He stroked her again through her gown. Before, the fabric had felt like a protective barrier. But now it seemed like an obstruction, and Abby ached to cast it aside.
Mike's lips found hers, urging a response, searing hers with a fire that could not be quenched, not even by the equally heated moistness of his mouth. Despite everything Abby had ever been taught, everything she had ever believed about an unmarried couple, she was swept along by feelings she had never anticipatedburning and strength and unimagined passion. This simply could not be wrong. After all, had she not scaled

 
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