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Оглавление“Whatever you might be thinking, I’m not the enemy.”
Another forward step brought him close to Paxton. After a second quick glance at the moon, he lowered his voice. “No one here is out to hurt you. Please remember that.”
Daring to touch her, Grant placed a finger against her lips, fighting an overwhelming urge to replace those fingers with his mouth. But that kind of unanticipated aggression would have ended any future dealings they might have. He got that.
Her lips were soft against his fingertips though. And Paxton didn’t back away from his touch.
Damn those haunted eyes of yours.
Damn those lips.
He almost said those things out loud.
Hiding a shudder similar to the one he saw pass through her, Grant spoke again. “Good night. Sleep well.”
It took all of his willpower—every last ounce of it—to leave her there...and keep walking.
