We walked down the stairs, Dr. Aldrich’s hand wrapped firmly yet gently around my waist. His touch guided me with such care and concern that it almost stole the breath from my lungs. And, inasmuch as I should have been cautious and worried about crashing with the visitor downstairs in that compromising position and exposing our secret, I loosened myself into his warmth. I stayed in his loving arms without fear or any worries. This is what I deserved. This kind of love. This was the kind of love I had yearned for all my life. Loved perfectly by a man who, in my eyes, was nothing short of perfect....