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... ing of his heart. "But I warn you... once you taste my cooking, you might not want anyone else’s."
Evara laughed, a low, throaty sound. She shifted closer, her breast pressing against his arm.
"Is that a threat, little Sol?" she teased, her eyes gleaming in the firelight. "Or a promise?"
Then, with a sudden shift, she pulled back, her expression breaking into something lighter, almost teasing. She gestured toward the slab of meat resting on a stone platter near the fire. ...
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