Her gaze focused again when Merrick spoke, and before she could think, she lifted a hand to brush one of his shoulder-length pearly strands off his forehead. “You are nice,” she whispered. “You’re kind and thoughtful and, yes, truly damned broody sometimes, but… you are nice.” Merrick stared back at her as he caught the hand she’d dropped from his face.
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