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“He cocked his head and considered her. Would she slap his face for even suggesting this? “Trust me.” He managed to draw her to her feet, her back to his chest. “What are you doing?” Her voice came as a quick burst. She struggled against him. “Trust... me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her, cocooning her in his embrace. If only he could keep her like this. Safe. Protected. Her arms hung by her side, her hands forming tight fists. But no punch - yet.”

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Book:Finding Courage
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