“Have I ever told you that whatever you’re thinking shows on your face?” Impossible. She was a pitcher. A poker face was essential, and she’d sharpened the skill like a knife over the last decade. Dina remarked on it all the time. Was it possible that Robbie alone could discern her thoughts so easily without a word? No. Absolutely not. “What am I thinking about?” “Not the challenge,” he snorted. “Oh?” “My O. That’s what you’re thinking about.” He closed the already scant distance between them while running his tongue along his lower lip. “Guess it’s only fair since all I can think about is
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