Then he pulled back an looked into her face. Her eyes were half shut, laden with lust and her face was flushed with desire. This time he pulled her to...him and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue plunder her mouth. A muffled groan came from her throat. God how she wanted this … wanted him. She fell back with him on top of her. His hands found her breast and stroked them, gentle at first then demanding. He could feel her nipples harden through the cotton dress and he wanted to touch her. Despite the heat in the church, Danielle looked cool and happy. Mort stood by the minister, sweating under his hot tuxedo waiting for his bride to come down the aisle. She was alone. No one to give her away but she glowed with a wide smile.She wore opera gloves that matched her gown and little satin slippers. Her long blond hair, neatly done up at the salon that morning along with a makeover made her seem like she was naturally blushing. Rose sat on an aisle seat next to Sara. When Danielle. Jim stomped hard on the hand and revolver and he felt bones crunching beneath his boot heel.Jim was thinking that Silas wouldn't pull any more triggers with that hand. He kicked the gun out of reach and was whirling around to see if Silas needed any more killing when he felt a piercing pain in his thigh. He reached down and grabbed Silas' other calloused hand. It was limply falling away from the hilt of a buried Bowie hunting knife. Silas had lived just long enough to plant his blade in Jim!Jim. "Maybe one day you'll figure it out, and with a bit of luck, I'll still be around for you to tell me. Now finish your eggs before they go cold." When she was finished, she turned to him, "Jamie? I'm so glad, so grateful I'm here, but what I don't understand is, why? After what we did, what I did to you, why are you giving me a second chance?" Tears welling again."You don't know?" he asked.She just gently shook her head."I love you and can't live without you. It's that simple, but things will.