“Tell me the worst thing about yourself,” she said impulsively. A peculiar expression flashed across his face, uncomfortable and almost . . . ashamed? “I will,” he said quietly. “But I’d rather discuss it later, in private.” A sick weight of dread settled at the bottom of her stomach. Would her worst suspicion about him turn out to be true? “Does it have something to do with . . . women?” Pandora brought herself to ask, her pulse beating a rapid tattoo of alarm in her throat and wrists. He gave her an oblique glance. “Yes.” Oh God, no, no. Too upset to guard her tongue, she burst out, “I knew
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