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The moment that thought formed, guilt quickly followed it. How could I think that about another woman? Amanda had been perfect for me. I turned away from the sight of her. But Amanda was gone. Lost forever and Savannah was here. I mourned my dead wife for so long and maybe I just wanted a little comfort for me, for a while.

“How long have you lived here?” Savannah asked, breaking into my thoughts. She’d settled down at the island with our coffee and two slices of cake.

“Five years,” I said slowly. Had it really been that long? Where had the years gone? Even as I asked the question I knew very well where the years had gone. I’d been buried in grief unable to even contemplate that one day, I would feel alive again.

Without realizing it, the darkness had slowly lifted. In last few months I had a lot of not great, but good days. Days when I felt content to be alive. Days where I could tolerate being around other people.

“Dorothy told me that you are a park ranger?” Savannah commented, as I took my seat next to her.

“I am,” I replied as I became aware of her floral scent. It reminded me of sunshine and summer. So she had asked about me too.

“It sounds like an interesting job.” She fidgeted in her chair and then reached for the fork. Her arm brushed against her mug, sending it sliding across the island. She muttered a string of curses.

I quickly got up and hurried to the counter to grab a kitchen cloth.

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stem the flow of coffee down the island.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. There’s more coffee.”

She grabbed the towel from me and moped it all up, moving back and forth until the surface was dry.

Savannah sat on the chair with her back to the island sinking her teeth into her bottom lower lip. An irresistible urge to see her happy and laughing came over me. I moved to her and placed a hand on her knee. A fairly innocent gesture, but it stopped being innocent when she looked at me with her large softly brown eyes. I could feel myself drowning in the velvety depths.

“I’m so clumsy,” she whispered.

“No, you’re not.” Without conscious thought, I moved between her legs until her face was a couple of inches away from mine. “It was an accident and can happen to anyone.”

Her gaze dropped to my mouth and I knew she was thinking about kissing me. That’s all I needed. I crushed my mouth to hers and she draped her arm around my neck and pulled me to her.

I slid my hand to the back of her head and a tiny moan escaped her lips. She parted her lips and I slid my tongue into her mouth. She had a coffee taste in her mouth and beyond that, a strawberry one, as though she had sucked on one before entering the house. I bit and sucked her lips until they were swollen.

Every time she moaned into my mouth, the fire in my blood increased, almost consuming me. I felt as horny as a fucking teenager. I moved my hand from her knee to her chest, cupping her full breast, her stiff nipple grazing the palm of my hand.

She let out a loud moan, but suddenly grew still.

I understood immediately, backed away and caught the look of horror in her eyes. It was as if icy cold water had been poured over her… and me. Without saying a word, she swung her legs to the side and slid off the stool unsteadily.

“I'm sorry I have to go,” she gasped.

I didn’t say anything. Not that it would have mattered anyway, she was already halfway out of the kitchen. She grabbed her jacket and without looking back, disappeared through the door.

I raked my fingers through my hair.

Fuck! What had I been thinking? I didn’t even contemplate going after her. What was I going to say? Sorry for kissing you? Sorry I couldn't control myself around you?

I was an idiot. I had allowed her to light a dangerous fire inside me.

I listened to the quick taps of her shoes until the front door opened and shut with a soft click. I looked at the slices of cake on the plate. Chocolate. So she made it herself. I collected some icing on my finger and put it on my tongue.

Delicious.

Still, it was not sweeter than her mouth.

But that was taboo. Or was it?

Chapter Three

Savannah

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