Loving Luke

When he took the seat opposite her, Hannah picked up the phone and came right to the point. "There's a problem, Luke. I've been talking to an attorney. One of the parole board members is waffling at letting you live in an isolated location with a single woman. I don't know if the others will feel the same, but if one is against it...."

It wouldn't do a damned bit of good for him to say he hadn't done it. Everyone in here claimed to be innocent. And even if he were guilty, he'd never hurt Hannah. She didn't deserve that, even though he had enough bad feelings about his late wife that he wouldn't ever go near a woman again. "Well, shit," he said.

"Yes. So, how badly do you want to get out of here?"

"If you're planning to send me a cake with a file in it, I have to tell you it won't work." He laughed at the thought of honest-as-the-day-is-long little Hannah Bluefield breaking him out of prison, and the laugh surprised the hell out of him. He thought he'd forgotten how.

Her chest heaved with fast, nervous breaths. "If you're willing to work for me, I think there's a way."

In spite of his certainty that he'd never get tangled up with a woman again, he eyed the rise and fall of her breasts with interest. Little Hannah Bluefield had certainly grown up.

"We could get married," she said.