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Sheila could hear the tease, but she could feel the pain.
Randall felt so much more than “familiar” but she didn’t know how to say it. He had welcomed her into his world with no questions asked. A dinner, his couch, his bed, his job, his life.
And what had she offered in return? Her body. There should be more than that.
She considered using it to demonstrate quite how much more than familiar he felt. But it wasn’t that simple or that crass…because it was more than that.
“You feel…”
And he waited while she searched for the word. It wasn’t that sluggish feeling she’d felt back when the Army was giving her the medical discharge. It wasn’t even the foreignness issue, though that was the best explanation she’d heard of it.
“I feel…” That was the real problem. Her feelings—other than an
