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For this, I’m rewarded by the sight of a big, badass Marine getting all choked up. “Angel.” His voice is raw. His eyes glimmer. He wears the euphoric expression of someone who’s just been granted his dying wish. This is how I know my gut is on the right track, even if my brain is trying to stomp on the emergency brakes. I smile at him and stand on tiptoe to kiss him gently on the lips. “I keep telling you my name is Mariana.” “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “But you’re my angel, so that’s what you’re gonna get called.” Now I’m the one getting choked up. “I’m no angel, Ryan. I’m trouble with a capital T. You have to know that. However this all turns out with the diamond…I’m no good.” “You’re not trouble, you’re in trouble. Two different things.” “I’m a fugitive from the law.” Unimpressed
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