Race for Love

Clint Wilbur was standing quietly in the Drawing-Room in front of the fireplace. Alita stood only a few feet away. "You are well?" "Of ... course." The words they were speaking did not really matter. Something magnetic like a spark of fire ran between them. "Wh . . . why have you come . . . here?" Alita whispered. "I could not wait any longer. I had to see you!" He took a step forward and put his arms around her. As his lips sought hers she seemed to melt against him. Suddenly, he was kissing her fiercely, passionately. He kissed her until the walls of the Drawing-Room swung round her. Until there was music in her ears. Until they were no longer two people but one and she was a part of him. When finally he raised his head Alita could only look at him and say what was in her heart: "I love ... you!"


Genre: Historical Romance