Rose

She wouldn’t. “I’ve never done anything as difficult as keeping my distance from you. You can’t imagine the number of times I’ve wanted to touch you, wanted to…” “Tell me,” Rose pleaded. “I never thought you had the least trouble staying away.” George came a step closer. “You’re a beautiful woman, Rose. Even as a disembodied sound coming out of the night, his voice was comforting. And I don’t mean to let any of you.” The brothers stared at Hen.