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... rying the steaming pot of soup... with his bare hands. No fur wrap. No cloth. No tray. Just raw man, muscle, and madness.
Isabella’s eye twitched.
He walked like it was no big deal, like he didn’t have a boiling cauldron of molten heat in his hands. The steam rolled off the pot in thick waves, making his arms glisten faintly in the moonlight like he was fresh out of a sauna. He looked calm, almost casual, as if he’d just fetched a bouquet of flowers instead of potentially searing ...
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