Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

R E D E E M I N G L O V E
much alike you are. Or are you afraid I might be right?”
He smiled gently. “You’d be more comfortable with me in that bed,
wouldn’t you?” He came over and sat in the chair, not the least disconcerted.
He leaned toward her, his hands loosely clasped between his knees. “I’m not
saying I’m any better than any other man who comes to you. I just want
more.”
“Such as?”
“Everything. I want what you don’t even know you have to give.”
“Some men expect a whole lot for a couple of ounces of gold dust.”
“Listen to what I have to offer you.”
“I don’t see that what you’re offering is any different than what I’ve got.”
Someone rapped twice at the door.
Relief swept through Angel, and she didn’t bother to hide it. Smirking,
she shrugged. “Well, you got your half hour of talk, didn’t you?” She stood
and walked past him. She took his hat from the hook by the door and held
it out to him. “Time to go.”
He looked disappointed, but not defeated. “I’m coming back.”
“Whatever makes you happy.”
Michael touched her face. “Change your mind. Come with me right now.
It’s got to be better than this.”
Angel’s heart raced. He looked as though he really meant it. But then,
Johnny had looked sincere, too. Johnny, with his charm and glib tongue.
When it was all said and done, all he had wanted was to take something
away from Duke and then use it. All she had wanted was to get away. They
had both failed, and the terrible cost of it had been far too great.
Angel wanted this farmer out of here. “Your gold dust is better spent elsewhere.
I haven’t got whatever it is you’re looking for. Try Meggie. She’s the
philosopher.” She started to open the door.
Michael flattened his hand against it. “You’ve got everything I’m looking
for. I wouldn’t have felt what I did the first time I saw you. I wouldn’t feel
this certain now.”
“Your half hour is up.”
Michael saw she wasn’t going to listen. Not this time, anyway. “I’m coming
back. All I’ll ask for is one honest half-hour of your time.”
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