“You,” he boomed, eliminating the distance to the desk in four long strides. “Show yourself.” When Kate didn’t scramble out quickly enough, he reached down, clamped his hand around her upper arm, and hauled her to her feet. “Explain yourself,” he hissed. Kate’s legs nearly buckled as the blood rushed back to her knees, which had been bent for nearly a quarter of an hour. “It was an accident,” she said, grabbing on to the edge of the desk for support. “Funny how those words seem to emerge from your mouth with startling frequency.” “It’s true!” she protested. “I was sitting in the hall, and—”
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