I think Livingston was going to steal a kiss in the moonlight."	Lily wrinkled her nose. "Well, I certainly wouldn't have given him one. He made me too uncomfortable, and I just met him!"	Tyler cupped her face with his hands, leaning closer. "What about me?" he said, his voice low. "Will you give one to me?"	"I shouldn't." The lonely years stretched ahead of her. Her earlier vow to make memories rose and suddenly she was desperate for some kisses of Tyler's to remember. In answer to his question, she tilted her mouth to his.
Debra Holland, Painted Montana Sky
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