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“I just meant that a guy who's guarded his heart for so long might not be in the best position to judge." "Ouch." "Sorry." She reached across the cab of the truck and caressed his arm. "I promise to take the sting out of that owie remark as soon as I get you naked." A grin shot to his face. "Now you're talkin' my kind of language.”

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Book:Sweetest Mistake
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