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through the house with grace and precision-never too familiar, never too dista

d not

. How his favorite coffee-black with a hint of cinnamon-was ready the moment he

ted that

temptation did not live on the same street. And something about Emma

kitchen for a glass of water and found Emmanuella standing barefoot by the

till up?"

flustered. "I couldn't sleep.

ld rest.

uble. Besides, sometimes I find

ion was harmless-yet the wa

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et, her hand brushing lightly against his as she pa

a second. And in that second, Emm

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ht, Emma

alone with the weight of a thousand

day, Gabr

doing quite well," he sa

's efficient, yes. G

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riel's tone. "What's t

a chuckle. "Just wondering

call with a sour

dy set the next phase in motion-that

real trap had