Susan Wiggs Quote
Seeking to distract her from further questions, he bent and blew lightly into her ear. She shivered. This horse bites, you know. I think he likes me. Almost as much as you do. I don’t like you. How can I like you? I don’t even know you, for you refuse to answer my questions. He stroked her upper arms. There is little to say. You have Clonmuir, and that makes you far richer than I. He gazed over the horse’s back, where a patch of sunset shone through a barred window. Even the warmth of her pressed against him failed to melt the ice of aloneness.
Susan Wiggs
Seeking to distract her from further questions, he bent and blew lightly into her ear. She shivered. This horse bites, you know. I think he likes me. Almost as much as you do. I don’t like you. How can I like you? I don’t even know you, for you refuse to answer my questions. He stroked her upper arms. There is little to say. You have Clonmuir, and that makes you far richer than I. He gazed over the horse’s back, where a patch of sunset shone through a barred window. Even the warmth of her pressed against him failed to melt the ice of aloneness.
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