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He turned his head as she approached, a smile warming his eyes, chasing away the shadows. Heat pooled in her abdomen, ran liquid through her body.Mikhail bent his dark head to hers, his mouth brushing hers tenderly. Good evening. He touched her hair, and then skimmed his fingers down the side of her face in a long caress. She allowed him to seat her at the table, marveling at his gallant Old World courtesy. He placed a glass of juice in front of her. Before I go to work, I thought we could collect your things from the inn.His long fingers selected a blueberry muffin and transferred it to the antique plate. It was exquisite, but Raven was so shocked at his words she could only stare at him for a moment, her blue eyes enormous. What do you mean, collect my things? It hadn’t occurred to her that he might expect them to live in the same house together. His house.His smile was slow, wicked, sexy. I could keep providing you with new things.
He turned his head as she approached, a smile warming his eyes, chasing away the shadows. Heat pooled in her abdomen, ran liquid through her body.Mikhail bent his dark head to hers, his mouth brushing hers tenderly. Good evening. He touched her hair, and then skimmed his fingers down the side of her face in a long caress. She allowed him to seat her at the table, marveling at his gallant Old World courtesy. He placed a glass of juice in front of her. Before I go to work, I thought we could collect your things from the inn.His long fingers selected a blueberry muffin and transferred it to the antique plate. It was exquisite, but Raven was so shocked at his words she could only stare at him for a moment, her blue eyes enormous. What do you mean, collect my things? It hadn’t occurred to her that he might expect them to live in the same house together. His house.His smile was slow, wicked, sexy. I could keep providing you with new things.
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