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Their reunion was simultaneously sweet and savage as Sam covered her face with kisses.

Eve had never experienced such wonderful kisses. Feverish kisses of relief. Kisses of two souls seeking a fulfillment beyond just the physical.

“I was terrified they’d caught up with you,” she said. “That you were dead.”

“Would I do that to you? Never. I managed to outrun them.”

“Where—” Eve sucked in her breath as his mouth traveled to her jaw, then her cheeks. She exhaled slowly, weakly. “Where are they now, do you suppose?”

“Gave up for the night, I imagine, and returned to their chopper. What else could they do?”

His lips had found her eyes, which she’d closed to accommodate him. He tenderly kissed each lid. Trembling, she croaked, “But they’ll be back, won’t they? They won’t quit.”

“Yeah, sooner or later they’ll be back.”

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