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Daniel made himself let go of Mia’s soft warm hand

What he wanted to do was take that hand and put it against his heart to tell her how much he had hated leaving her so early this morning, how much he loved to touch her, have her touch him.

What he needed to do now was to keep his hands, his lips and everything else off her. She did not need his hang-ups in her life.

She looked away and instead focused on the documents in front of her. “Liam Bailey’s account of maintaining law and order in the early eighteen hundreds is a combination of fascinating and dead dog boring.”

“I don’t suppose he built a tomb and walled a man up in it.”

She sputtered out a laugh. “hope not. He and his legend have messed me around enough.”

“Remind me not to cross you.”

“Oh, please, you have crossed me too many times to count.”

He stopped studying the file in his hand and gave her a wry look.

“Okay. So some of the times you crossed me, I liked it.”