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She was a puzzle he wanted to solve.

Gray sensed layers and textures in Bree’s personality that went far beyond “prissy” or “icy” or “dull”…any of the unflattering names she’d been labelled with. Undercurrents both deep and powerful—and touchingly human.

Well, okay, then, maybe he knew Bree better than he had realized. They belonged to that sorry club—the children who had survived the unsurvivable, and didn’t really know why. Or where to go from there.

A large bird, maybe an eagle, landed somewhere high in the pines over their heads, causing the sunlight to shift as the branches swayed. For an instant, the light seemed to catch on two crystal sparkles at the outer edges of Bree’s cool blue eyes.

Tears? Gray frowned. Was the ice princess fighting back tears?

She blinked then, and the illusion disappeared. But he was left with a sudden, inexplicable hunger to know her better, to find out more about her.

A lot more.

And…just his luck. He had only thirty days to do it.