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Оглавление“That’s better. You don’t look so polished now. You look all rumpled and kissable.”
“I do?” Mallory tilted her head up, staring into clear, calm blue eyes.
Andrew cupped her jaw. His mouth on hers was soft, tentative at first, then more confident. It was a good kiss, a near perfect kiss, all the better because he didn’t push things, but let it happen naturally. She rested her cheek against his shoulder.
“Mauve is the pink trying to be purple,” she murmured for lack of anything else to say.
“Never can keep those straight.” His hand slid along her hair, tucking it back behind her ear. She felt his gaze upon her, smelled a hint of smoke on his skin.
He was wearing his uniform under the denim jacket, she realized with a start—navy blue with the insignia stitched onto the pocket.
The same uniform he wore when he’d abandoned Katelyn to that demon fire.
