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ОглавлениеMarielle gazed directly and teasingly into his eyes, reminding him of nothing so much as a woman who wanted kissing.
“Perhaps I’m wrong about you,” she said. “Perhaps—”
“You are wrong about me.”
Dylan wanted to say more. He wanted to say that he was a drifter by necessity, not by choice. He wanted to say that he already wanted to stay in Morrow Creek and she was the reason. He wanted to say that he would have given anything to believe things could be good and lasting between them. But that was unthinkable. That would only ensure, as it always did, that everything unraveled in the end. So instead he let his need for her say everything. He let his need for her—so long denied—move his hands to her face, cradle her jaw and pull her nearer.
“You’re wrong about everything about me,” Dylan said.
She was wrong—because he’d made damn sure she would be.
He’d made sure everyone would be. For so long now.
Marielle hauled in a breath—probably to argue. But by then his mouth was already meeting hers.
