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Trace stared down into Mara’s face. Her smile faded and her green eyes widened. And Trace could have sworn the delicate, expensive perfume she wore increased its potency as her pulse points heated up.

Something tugged at him again, something he hadn’t felt in years. Not just desire. Not just passion.

He wanted to run the tips of his fingers along the curve of her cheek and banish the loneliness from her eyes. He wanted to pull the clip from her golden-brown hair and have it spill over his hands in a heavy wave, then wind it about his throat, binding them together.

And he wanted to draw her into the shelter of his arms and tell her…

Tell her what?

His face hardened in rejection of his unprofessional reaction to her, and he backed away, muttering a soft imprecation under his breath. Then he turned and abruptly strode out.

But not before he saw an expression in her eyes that stabbed through him.

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