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Оглавление“It’s been twenty years,” Merrick said. “The irony is you don’t look a helluva lot different.”
Johanna looked away, then turned back and raised her chin. “Perhaps it’s the fugitive lifestyle that agrees with me. Or being pampered by lies, and deceived by rogue agents out for revenge on my husb—” She cut herself off.
“Husband?”
“Not for long.”
She had a right to be angry, but dammit, so did he. He tried not to notice how short her towel was. Tried unsuccessfully. He knew every inch of her body. He’d dreamed of her so often he could envision every curve beneath that damn towel.
In that moment all he wanted to do was pick her up and claim his wife.
