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His eyes, too, did not stay on the forest path. Mariah caught his gaze over and over. She'd have to use the smoldering in the depths of his brown eyes next time she needed to resuscitate the inn's banked hearth fire; it sure did the job of stoking her own inner blaze. |
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He led her through the gate in the palisade wall and bolted it behind them. He guided her within the compound to the door of his sturdy stone home. "Will you come inside, Mariah?" he whispered, his chest rising and falling beneath his pale shirt as his breathing betrayed how much he cared about her answer. |
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Her smile was unsteady. "Just try to keep me out," she replied. |
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