CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE – CAN SHE LOVE AGAIN?

Heart thundering, Scarlett turned to face Harry, searching his shadowed features for some hint, some signal as to where this headlong path would take them. His expression was unreadable, but his shallow breaths were loud in the quiet night. Then he moved, slow and deliberate, one rough palm cupping her jaw as he dipped his head towards her. Scarlett's breath caught in her throat as Harry's lips brushed feather-light against her own. The kiss was achingly gentle at first, little more than a whisper of contact. But then his free hand slipped around her waist, pulling her body flush against his as the kiss deepened. A soft sound escaped Scarlett's parted lips, part sigh, part whimper, as the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Harry's mouth moved over hers with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and unbridled hunger, slowly robbing her of her senses. His thumb stroked the line of her jaw as he angled her head, deepening the kiss further. She could taste the smoky sweetness of the bourb