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As Byron shouldered his way inside behind her, she gave him a friendly smile and stood on her toes to brush his chin with a kiss. Mikhail stiffened, then immediately wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. Carpathian women do not do that kind of thing, he reprimanded her.She tilted her chin at him, in no way intimidated. That’s because Carpathian males have such a territorial mentality—you know, a beat-their-chest, swing-from-the-trees sort of thing. She turned her head to look at the couple lying on the floor. Her indrawn breath was audible.Jacques, she whispered his name, tears in her voice and in her blue eyes. It really is you. Eluding Mikhail’s outstretched, detaining hand, she ran to him. Gregori persuaded softly.
As Byron shouldered his way inside behind her, she gave him a friendly smile and stood on her toes to brush his chin with a kiss. Mikhail stiffened, then immediately wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. Carpathian women do not do that kind of thing, he reprimanded her.She tilted her chin at him, in no way intimidated. That’s because Carpathian males have such a territorial mentality—you know, a beat-their-chest, swing-from-the-trees sort of thing. She turned her head to look at the couple lying on the floor. Her indrawn breath was audible.Jacques, she whispered his name, tears in her voice and in her blue eyes. It really is you. Eluding Mikhail’s outstretched, detaining hand, she ran to him. Gregori persuaded softly.
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