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he was fully seated, he stilled for a moment.
    Grace relaxed to accommodate him. As soon as the feeling went from stretching to aching with need, Julian eased nearly all the way out and then back in.
    “Oh,” she whimpered against his mouth.
    He drew back to look at her, all the while making love to her with exquisite slowness.
    The lamplight from above made a halo around his golden hair and Grace thought she might have heard birds singing in the forest of magical flowers. She felt weightless with happiness and wished she could freeze this moment. Afterward, surely nothing could ever seem sweet again.
    But need soon darkened Julian’s features, and all at once he was thrusting into her wildly.
    Her body responded instantly and she couldn’t stop her hips from lifting up to him, goading him. Her nipples were so taut they ached with her burning skin.
    Julian slid a hand down to tease her with a long finger.
    Suddenly, Grace was coming apart again. She could feel herself milking and squeezing Julian’s cock, as her poor pussy tried to convulse while stretched around his impressive girth.
    He groaned helplessly and she felt him grow harder still. He exploded inside her in a wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
    When it was over, he nuzzled her neck, then lay beside her with his leg thrown possessively over her hips. Stroking her hair, he gazed at her, his blue eyes crinkled in a warm smile.
    Grace couldn’t help smiling back.
    “I love you,” he told her.
    She opened her mouth, but he laid a finger across her lips.
    “Go to sleep now,” he said.
    “But—” she whispered.
    “Go to sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time. Just let me hold you,” he said firmly.
    Grace wanted to protest, but he was so warm and the nest was so soft. She decided to rest for just a moment.

                                   

    CHAPTER 7
    E rik opened the door to the Copper Creek Community Library. The brightness inside contrasted with the damp afternoon outside. He was struck again by the warmth of the place.
    “Erik,” Bonnie cried, her heels pounding the pumpkin colored pine floor as she launched herself at him.
    “Hey, Bonnie,” he said, trying not to notice her breasts bouncing under her sky blue sweater.
    “I found out what the symbols mean,” she said excitedly.
    He figured he’d let her go first. After what he had to say, hers was going to seem anticlimactic.
    They walked over to the tables with the old fashioned aqua iMacs.
    Bonnie indicated that Erik should sit, so he pulled out a chair. He was astonished to see that by some miracle she had managed to pull up a picture of one of the symbols from the internet.
    “How the heck did you get this thing online?” he asked.
    “Dial up,” she said with a half smile. “And determination.”
    “No kidding,” Erik replied.
    Bonnie smiled and leaned forward over his shoulder to point at the picture, a set of inward facing arrows.
    “So, the arrows mean danger. And they were holding that Pac-Man looking thing sideways. That’s actually an owl. An owl is supposed to be a harbinger of death. I don’t know why Jacob would have had this, though,” she said, shaking her head and sending her auburn tresses in motion.
    “I do,” Erik said, gesturing to the chair beside his.
    Her green eyes went wide and she sat, smoothing her skirt demurely over her knees in yet another mannerism that reminded Erik of Ainsley.
    “I was at the mine today,” he began. “They ran a camera down the shaft.”
    He paused. What he had to say next was almost unbelievable. It hit him that she might not believe him. And it wasn’t like he had any proof.
    “What did you see?” she prodded.
    “The miners found an underground cavern,” he said. “Those symbols were written on the walls,”
    Bonnie nodded, slowly.
    “That’s very strange,” she said, “but it makes sense. Jake Miller was not a man who would have borrowed books like that for