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... sk finally cracking. What remained was a woman who looked less like a refined hostess and more like someone starving for a kiss she was supposed to pretend she didn’t want. He didn’t offer a courteous hand. He slung a heavy arm around her waist and dragged her tight against him, forcing her to bear his weight—a pressure she’d learned to crave during the long, quiet months up North.
Her warmth hit him like a spark against the damp chill of the Keep. Her hair, in the uneven glow of the lam ...
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