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The man could stop her heart, then send it into full gallop. Just a look at him. They'd been married more than two years, she thought. Shouldn't that ease off? Where was that in the Marriage Rules? But a man who looked like Roarke broke every rule. That absurdly beautiful face set off with the wild blue eyes of some Irish god, and the perfect poet's mouth. The black hair, silkier than Summerset's tone, tied back in work mode. The tall, lean length of him all in black--no tie or suit coat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to the elbow. So he'd been home, and working, for some time. Yeah, the look of him broke the rules, stopped the heart. But it was that instant, just that instant when those amazing blue eyes met hers that sent it into the gallop. In them lived love. Just that simple, just that extraordinary.