An Excerpt from Pursuing Daisy Garfield
"Come here," she said to William, almost as if she were calling a dog. "Closer." He stepped so close to her he could feel her breath on his lips. "Touch the back of my neck," she said. William slipped his fingers under her hair. "Now touch my cheek." He stroked her cheek as gently as he killed her husband.
Her cheek was as soft as the down of a dove's breast.
"Now know this in your heart, Mr. Crawford. Even though this is all you're gonna get--you would've done it. You would've killed him with a coulter or a stone or a gun or an oak stick. You can lie to yourself about mercy killings, and you can justify and reason and even take to the pulpit like every liar before you. But you know what you wanted, what you still want. You know, and in your folly, you hope."
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