Wanted by Her Lost Love

“I want this to work,” she said earnestly. And forthe first time she really believed wholeheartedly thatshe did. That they could find their way back to eachother seemed an impossible dream. It would takeforgiveness and sacrifice, but she wanted it morethan anything.“Let me see your feet,” Ryan said as he loweredhimself onto the couch next to her.He reached down, took her feet and maneuveredthem until they rested on his lap. He examined themwith the precision of a physician, testing for swelling.Then he settled into a gentle massage until she allbut wilted in pleasure.“They’re looking better. The swelling’s down quitea bit.” He paused for a moment, his hands stillmoving over her arches, and stared at her. “You lookbetter, Kell.”“Thanks. I think,” she said in amusement.His expression grew serious. “You looked tiredand worn down when I found you in Houston.”“I was,” she admitted. “But I’d rather not talk aboutit.”