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She could. She was practical enough to know that Raphael didn’t mean anything by it. All she had to do was look at him to understand that.

He was all animal grace and golden good looks.

Tall, gorgeous women were Raphael’s type, Kate thought, not someone who was five foot four if she stood on her tiptoes, someone who did not have a bad hair day now and again but was having a bad hair life.

The problem was…his eyes.

Raphael had a way of looking at her when he said things, a steady way, with that smoky green gaze, while one corner of his mouth crooked up in a secret smile. Like there was something shared between them…