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Оглавление“How Did I End Up With You In My Arms?”
Grant asked her wonderingly.
Jolene stretched luxuriously beneath his hands. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “Maybe it was just meant to be.”
He stared down at her, shaking his head. “This isn’t right.”
Jolene looked at him as he rose from the bed. “I’m sorry,” she said stiffly. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your space.”
He turned back to face her. “No, it’s not that, it’s just...” He started to reach for her again, drawn inexorably and relentlessly toward her by something he couldn’t explain—and couldn’t let happen. How could he tell her that the man she was really meant to be with was his brother?
He pulled her into his arms again. Just one more kiss, he thought irrationally. Just one.
