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Daniel’s feet froze to the paving slabs.

Briefly illuminated in the light from the French windows, Annie paused, the freshening wind catching the gossamer-fine short skirt of her dress, whisking it upward in a swirl of scarlet, displaying more of those endless, shapely legs.

Desire kicked fiercely deep in his abdomen.

Red for danger.