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... ouch of his hands. Vincenzo’s movements were careful now, precise, as he wrapped the strip of linen snugly around the wound, and for a moment she found herself admiring the flex of his fingers.
The crisp air drifted through the chamber, broken only by the faint rasp of linen in his grip. When he tied and secured the bandage in place, Vincenzo did not move away immediately.
His hand lingered against her ankle, steadying her. When he finally stood, his gaze met hers. His voice was ...
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