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“He stiffened and she realized that she'd pulled him close. She could feel the heat of his body against her skin, draw in his scent of cool dark forests and fresh mountain air. His pulse beat strong and steady beneath her fingertips, sending a current of electricity arcing through her veins.”

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Book:The Singles Table
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