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shower. When he saw me, his face broke into that devastatin

ueen. And our

race. My body went rigid for a split second before I forced

of my head, his large, warm hand coming to rest o

wash. Whatever traces of last night had been meticul

ado toast, a smoothie he'd researched specifically for pregnant women.

tasting like cardboard in my mouth. I

ht," I said, my voice carefully casual. "Y

, and for a fraction of a second, his e

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ie. Seamless. It e

sank, a dead weight in my che

to hide my expression. "You must be exhauste

to take my hand. His touch was warm and steady

ds were

r work. He'd left the suit he wore yesterd

were dra

ing to tidy it for him. I lifted th

e to my face and

a crisp, woody scen

ed, was another fragrance. A sweet, c

se, with a cold, sh

od ran

A niche French perfume

how exclusive it was, how Dante had to ha

ext. The lie about the meeting. And now, the l

ket, my nails dig

oset, dressed in a fresh suit, lookin

over and gently took the jacket from my hands. "Leave it. Th

His eyes, as he looked at me, were as deep