Cate Sinclair

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I give him the most chaste hug I can muster, despite the way that his lifting me against him sends that same spine-arching shiver down my back and heat pooling in all the places he’s never touched me. “I’ll miss you,” he says in a low growl against the side of my ear, and I force myself to step back a sensible distance. “You too.”
You and Me on Vacation
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