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~Dawn Marie
She was the petite woman from
his dreams. Of that, he was certain. She looked younger, but possessed the same
desirable curves. Her strawberry-blond hair, pulled back in a long braid, was
the same lustrous silk he remembered from his dreams. And her eyes, those
mesmerizing silver eyes, definitely belonged to the angel of his memories.

Moistening hers, she could
hardly wait for his eyes to open so she’d discover their color. She reached her
hand out and touched his hair. Now dry, the soft strands slipped through her
fingers. The warm honey color contrasted nicely with his sun-bronzed skin.