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apped. The air pulsed with the sweet, sharp

act husband, whatever the hell he was - and smiled

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power wasn't loud. It

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ribs. I smiled harder, like

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led throug

dropped.

stead, he placed a hand on the smal

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neck. "You didn't even ask

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- clean, cold, faintly c

ink you enjoy arguin

ing you wrong

slide straight into my pulse. "Careful

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an control every

thumbs gliding, utterl

harder than th

lass. I sat rigid beside him, trying to ignore how close h

er a while he said, "You ha

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said without lookin

honored to

flicked sideways. "You're no

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get imp

muttered. "That wou

, but it was there.

just laugh? So

reflection in the window - me in white silk, him

en the flashes and his hand on my back, som

ed me more than the

ntleman, but like a man who wanted control over whe

, Mrs. Vos

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ile threatening his compo

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, then stopped. "S

ne tr

cold, unblinking. "You'll

ere in the echo of his footste

ious. I should've ha

back to that photo on his desk.

one who looked familiar in

was

ling that knowing her nam