Patience knew she should go back inside, but she stood where she was. Waiting for something. She didn’t know what.
And then a gust of wind took the ends of her hair, sending the strands gliding along his face. Brady caught a light scent that wrapped itself around him, dragging him in. He felt his stomach tightening.
The sound of her soft laughter echoed in his head.
Patience brushed back her hair from his face as well as her own.
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