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“He did not immediately answer. Their eyes locked and neither looked away. Camille swallowed as he pushed away from the counter and came toward her. He set one hand on the table beside hers and the other on the back of her chair. He drew breath as though to say something, but then leaned over her instead and kissed her.”

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Book:Someone to Hold
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Someone to Hold

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Mary Balogh
Mary Balogh

Mary Balogh is a renowned British novelist, born on March 24, 1944. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and romantic storylines, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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