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... th a ’mess’ of a spirit as Qatrand approached. It was hard to pick out anything on the surface, just the ’love’ roiling underneath. That core poised to do anything to keep hold of the person walking toward her.
"So next time, wake me up. We can talk about it."
A calloused palm reached gently to her forehead and smoothed back the soft hair.
"Then I’ll get to understand. Say good morning. Get to kiss you."
The heiress couldn’t help leaning into the touch as her eyes ...
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