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"The vibration of laughter increased, and for some reason it did even more to warm her than the heat from his big, strong body. "You know, Sister Beth, you're a dangerous woman." "You said that before, and I assume you're being sarcastic." She was too sleepy to come up with a real argument, too warm and safe for the first time in days to bestir herself. "I can't imagine anyone more pathetically weak than I am. What could I possibly do to you?" "Sweetheart, you could make me fall in love, and that's fatal."