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The woman was nothing to him. Nor could she be.
ОглавлениеGavin pulled his gaze away. What was it about Clare that called to him? Strong, yes. But, like her bird, alert, expecting danger any minute. Her strength was a shield. He wondered what it hid.
She acted as if she’d never been tempted, let alone succumbed.
He’d like to see it happen.
He’d like to help.
The vision filled him. Clare. Naked. Tight braid undone. Hair tumbling across her shoulders. Eyes soft, lips yielding with want.
He downed the rest of his drink. If she knew what he was thinking it would confirm everything she believed of him.
And she’d be right.
