“We’ll say I’m a jealous husband. That I never want you to be in any man’s arms but mine.” Pandora frowned, pulling the front of her nightdress together. She felt aggrieved and even a bit self-pitying—and there was nothing she despised more than self-pity. “As if anyone would believe that,” she muttered. Gabriel took her upper arms in a firm grip. His eyes were as bright as lit matches as he stared at her. “I never want you to be in any man’s arms but mine.” The world stopped on its axis. Pandora was stricken and frightened to think there might be even a grain of truth in his words. No, he
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