Rounding the car, I pop the trunk and pull out the dolly before stacking it with four boxes I’ve got to donate. When I get to the door, Natalie is the one waiting there, her eyes narrowed on me. “What’s this?” “A few books I wanted to add.” “In addition to the check you wrote? The very generous check.” The door swings closed behind us and her hand wraps around my wrist, butterfly light, but it stops me as effectively as if I’d walked into a brick wall. “And oh my God, are you blushing?” No. No, I am not fucking blushing. It’s hot in here and I spend my life on the ice. Or maybe I’ve got a
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He’s totally blushing.
