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7c5d00b
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And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.
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Anne Stuart |
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5faa540
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He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do."
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Anne Stuart |
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97abbca
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The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.
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love
reno
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Anne Stuart |
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115bd1e
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He was sound asleep, his long legs stretched out in front of him, the blessed fire blazing, an empty bottle of wine by his side. He hadn't been shaved recently, and he looked rumpled, dissolute and beautiful. Like a fallen angel. She moved to stand in front of him and pointed the pistol directly at his heart. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he murmured, and then he opened his extraordinary eyes. "It's always unwise to shoot the man you'..
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romance
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Anne Stuart |
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a8fcf18
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If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.
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Anne Stuart |
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dd92139
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If we're going to die there's no harm in telling me pretty lies, In the end it won't matter, and I'll die happy." "I have no intention of letting either of us die. And then where would the lies get us?" "If you manage to keep us alive then I promise I'll forget. Just tell me you care about me. If we're going to die then how important is the truth?" "It's because we might die that the truth is particularly important,And telling you that I ca..
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Anne Stuart |
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760fa5e
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Please go away, Monsieur le Comte," she said in a polite voice. "You must have tired of your absurd, inconsequential games by now." "My games are never inconsequential, as long as they entertain me." She closed her eyes in frustration for a brief moment. "This house is filled with beautiful women..." "Oh, not quite filled," he said frankly, leaning back. "The Revels won't start for another day. At this point there are no more than half a do..
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Anne Stuart |
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e4eaf0b
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She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me."
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Anne Stuart |
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ddb5239
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What happened to you? Did you finally annoy someone enough to have them beat the shit out of you?
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reno
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Anne Stuart |
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80c6cda
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You tell anyone that I cried, and I'll cut your liver out." "Do you even know where a human liver resides?"[...] "Yes," she said, and punched him in it."
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Anne Stuart |
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653bdad
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You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing, but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can't live without her.
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Anne Stuart |
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eb08b77
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If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it's better than rats.
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rake
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Anne Stuart |
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e0679c7
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And she swung the old oar at him with all her strength. It hit with a great thwack, splintering in two, and he went over the side, into the dark, cold waters of the lake, sinking like a stone. It took her two seconds. And then she let out a scream for help, tossing the broken oar away from her, and jumped into the water after him. It was very cold, numbingly so, and as it closed over her head she grabbed for him, wrapping her arms around hi..
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murder
romance
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Anne Stuart |
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b6f41c9
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She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?" "Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment." "Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer. "Yes, may it curse my soul." "May it save your soul," she said."
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Anne Stuart |
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27c59d5
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I want your innocence. I want your blind, unquestioning devotion to your father, your acceptance of who and what he is. I want you to look at me the way you look at him, knowing the worst. I want you to trust me, even when your brain tells you you shouldn't, I want you to ignore common sense and your lifelong need to protect yourself. I want you to give yourself to me, body and soul.
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Anne Stuart |
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dbe6d88
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If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days," he said, his voice slow and deep and intent. "I would use my mouth on you, until no part of your skin went untouched, and I would make you come, over and over again until you could stand no more, and then I'd let you sleep in my arms until you were rested and then I would start all over again. I would kiss your wounds, I would d..
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sex
romance
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Anne Stuart |
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447c4b1
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It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission." "Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said. "Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're going to have to marry me."
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romance
love
proposal
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Anne Stuart |
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3ed84ec
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You don't believe in God, Rachel. You don't believe in goodness or love or mercy, do you?" "I haven't seen enough to form an opinion." "But you believe in the devil?" "When I'm sitting in a car with him, yes," she said."
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Anne Stuart |
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9a3f165
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Who shot you?" For a moment he looked annoyed. "I fail to see what that's got to do with anything. Reading assures me that anyone who's ever met me would have reason to shoot me, so I must admit with all candor that I have no idea. Was it you?" "If I'd shot you I wouldn't have missed," she said. "Was that wishful thinking or are you in fact a practiced shot?" "Desire would have made up for lack of expertise." --
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Anne Stuart |
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07f353a
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You'll marry me, my dragon, and you'll bear my children, and you'll drive me mad and live in that ramshackle old house with me and I'll even put up with the occasional visit from your sister if I must. But you'll marry me. Not because you have to. But because I won't let you go." "Why?" she demanded. And he answered the only way he could, in French. "Je't'aime," he said. "I love you." "Je't'aime aussi," she said. "And I will make your life ..
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Anne Stuart |
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d0326a4
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I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.
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funny
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Anne Stuart |
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5c290f1
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I won't marry you." "Of course you will," he said. "Why wouldn't you? You followed me around like a puppy dog all those years ago, which was pure misery, because I wanted nothing more than to toss you down in the straw and despoil you, and you were too damned young. Back then I had scruples. Fortunantly, nowadays I have none." "Then why do you want to marry me?" She said, shoving her hair away from her face. "I have no idea." He said idly. ..
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Anne Stuart |
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aa85e24
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You can find yourself a decent, honorable man, one to love you, respect you, cherish you. Someone with morals, with a decent job and a good future. That's what you think you want, isn't it? Not some white trash from Alabama. Not some ex-con who's running the scam of a lifetime. You're so good and decent, the very thought of me disgusts you, doesn't it?" His voice was low and seductive as he pushed the words at her. She met his gaze with wha..
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Anne Stuart |
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6e65ff9
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She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.
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Anne Stuart |
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c19befe
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I hate to tell you, dragon, but that's an integral part of the whole usiness," he whispered. "If you're afraid to touch me then we're not going to get very far." She lifted her head to look at him. "I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me," she said with complete honesty. He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. "This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part."
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romance
love
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Anne Stuart |
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e6e10a1
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It's going to storm," she said. "You've been in Alabama for twenty-four hours and you think you can read the weather?" "Then why is it so dark?" "It's going to storm." She wanted to hit him. "Then I'd appreciate getting to my car before it hits. I don't like thunderstorms. " "No, I imagine you don't," he said softly. "That's just something else you're afraid of. Sex, men, thunderstorms, being poor. Me. Anything else? "Yeah," she said. "I'm ..
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Anne Stuart |
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05d7c3c
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Oh, God," she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. "Nicholas..." He pushed her away from him. "I find I'm not in the mood,I'm not very good company right now. I kept away for as long as I could, but the amusements of Venice are not to my taste. I'll relieve you of my presence..." She caught his wrist, halting him. "Nicholas,I love you." "Don't," he snapped at her, but he didn't break free. "Don't you understand? Haven't I proved ..
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Anne Stuart |
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4c8a377
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And what if I think you're doing this out of misguided sense of decency?" "Oh, any sense of decency I possess is most definitely misguided," he said cheerfully."
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Anne Stuart |
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36cd21e
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Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?"
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Anne Stuart |
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025758c
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After all, if spinster chaperons required their own spinster chaperons there simply wouldn't be enough to go around.
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Anne Stuart |
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342bd3e
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Do I make you nervous, Madame Lambert?" "No. I just prefer to keep my distance." "Evil isn't contagious." "I thought you said you weren't the most evil man in the world?" "I'm not. But that doesn't mean I'm a good man." "I don't think anyone would argue with that."
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Anne Stuart |
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255a2af
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She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.
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underwear
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Anne Stuart |
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5590768
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I would have to ask her, just to make certain I'd done everything I could. But I'd warn her. I have no money, no prospects, an exceedingly ugly face, and my dearest friend is the King of Hell." "You think that would stop her?" "I have no idea. Would it, Lydia?" "Nothing would stop her, if she loved you. And she does, Charles. She loves your pretty face and you scarred face. She loves your past and your present and she most especially loves ..
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Anne Stuart |
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feebb30
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Beth) "You can't leave me behind!" "I can and I will, if I have to break your neck to keep you from following me." "I'd like to see you try." "No, you wouldn't." His voice was flat, unemotional, but even in the darkness she could see the faint flicker in his eyes. She looked behind her, at the crumpled body of the pot smoking soldier, his head at an odd angle, his eyes open and staring. "Oh, God," she whispered, horrified. What had seemed a..
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Anne Stuart |
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dbbb921
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He released her hand back in her own lap. "Sometimes you give up what you love to stay alive." "Have you ever had to do that?" He turned his head to look at her so long it should have been dangerous, but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to the road. "It's coming," he said. And he turned away, driving into the slowly dawning day."
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Anne Stuart |
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be6e2f5
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Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.
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Anne Stuart |
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9faa9ee
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And you're no going to see me inherit the title--you'll marry on your deathbed and beget an heir just to spite me," he said in a voice that wasn't far from a whine. "What a wonderful opinion you have of my virility," Rohan replied."
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rohan
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Anne Stuart |
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41219fd
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You can dress a pig up in satin and lace and its still a pig." Francis smiled hazily. "Are you calling my intended a pig, Charles?" Charles raised a dark eyebrow. "Intended what, Francis? You surely cant be having respectable inclinations towards this girl. The bullet hit your arm, not your head."
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rohan
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Anne Stuart |
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0c71c04
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We have a guardian angel, and who cares if he's a fallen one?
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yum
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Anne Stuart |
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6b13cde
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He halted abruptly, and this time she did slam into him, but at least it was his back absorbing the blow of her soft body. He could pretend to ignore it. "What have you got on your feet?" he growled. "Shoes." He looked down, his eyes accustomed to the inky black. Light-weight sneakers, already soaking wet from the damp undergrowth. "Christ, woman," he muttered. "I didn't exactly get a chance to choose my wardrobe when they kidnapped me," sh..
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Anne Stuart |
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1a57105
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He moved around the wide counter, silent as always. She was sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fist in her mouth to try to quiet her sobs, and he realized he hadn't actually seen her cry before. [..] She must have felt his eyes on her, for she suddenly swallowed her sob on a choked gasp and looked up at him, her huge, sorrow-filled eyes a sharper pain than the knife slash. He moved slow enough, so as not to spook h..
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Anne Stuart |
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852779e
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He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now.
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Anne Stuart |
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1272a55
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I thought you'd be halfway to Tokyo by now," she said, stalling. "Not without you." Oh, man, she was so screwed. He was bad enough when he was giving her shit. Right now he was looking at her as if she was the most precious thing on earth, and she knew what she looked and smelled like. The world had turned upside down. "I don't suppose you love me," she said. "Even a little bit?" "Don't be an idiot, Ji-chan. Why else would I be here? Now, d..
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Anne Stuart |
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5d50ef4
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He needed to keep as far away from her as possible, or they'd end up back in bed together or she'd kill him. And he wasn't sure which he preferred.
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Anne Stuart |