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“Look, Darcy—”

Mark paused, not sure how to tell her he wouldn’t make it for dinner. He wasn’t very social these days.

Her blue eyes stared at him, while the corners of her full mouth turned up slightly. She had perfect skin. Clear, pale and nearly luminous. But the worst of it was the complete trust in her eyes. He had a bad feeling that she’d never told a white lie, let alone a really soul-threatening one. He felt like he was about to kick a puppy.

His shoulders slumped. “Do you want me to bring anything? Like wine?”

“Wine would be nice,” she said.

He nodded and left without looking at her. He didn’t want to see her smiling at him like he’d just done something amazing. However much he found Darcy attractive, he wasn’t about to go there. As he’d already learned the hard way, getting involved with a woman could be fatal.