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Оглавление“It’s not your imagination.”
She let her cheek rest on his chest for the tiniest second, just the blink of an eye, really, before the last notes of the old Willie Nelson song faded to an end. “I’m glad we’re friends again, Owen.”
Gently released, she stepped out of his arms.
“Friends,” he repeated, as if he’d never heard the word before. He kept hold of her hand as they waited for the next song to begin. It was silly to carry a grudge, Meg realized. They could be friends now. Older and wiser, she had no reason to fall in love again.
And no desire to. Her hand felt so warm and small inside of his.
No desire at all.
