Just look at him, she thought, sitting there as though he couldn’t be more interested or enthralled to hear about some stupid fish. And, of course, he’d know that every eye in the place would be turned on him at some point during the evening. She couldn’t blame them. He sat, at ease, the half-smile on his gorgeous face, the light of interest in those laser blue eyes. Candle- and lamplight gleamed in his hair, that thick mane of black. When his lips curved more fully, her heart actually bumped her ribs. He could still do that to her, chase her heart to a gallop, stop her breath, melt her bones.
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