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Embarrassed at having nearly been caught kissing Thorn, Mariah picked up ink, paper and quill. "I forgot these again," she told René, shrugging as nonchalantly as she could. She greeted their guest with forced pleasantness, trying to ignore the speculative gleam in the mouselike man's beady eyes. She shifted the things she held to lift her stillglowing candle and hurried out the back door. |
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The air was chillyor maybe her shivering was from her recollection of that torrid, nerve-tingling kiss with Thorn. Why had he done it again? To demonstrate her vulnerability to him? |
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"Think again, mister," she whispered aloud. The kiss had been fun but was as meaningless to her as to him. Just as the last couple had been. |
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There'd be no more. She didn't dare allow it. She had to stay objective. Unentangled. Ready to act when she found out what that infernal Pierce wanted, then go home to her own time. There was no future but frustration in kissing that man. |
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She hurried along the hard earth of the compound, her way |
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