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Mom let me borrow the car to meet Kane. I was sitting on the large boulders overlooking the sandy beach when he arrived, sexy as hell straddling his sleek black bike. A thin smile wavered between triumph and misery as I watched him approach. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to look at Kane again without being subject to a storm of emotions. He secured his helmet to the bike, then walked toward the rocks, breathtaking as always—not at all what I would think a self-righteous federal agent should look like. Golden hair glimmered in the sunlight, and his flawless tanned skin was perfectly suited to our beach setting. Everything about him was too good to be true. I should have known. The wind whipped at his short-sleeve button-down. The top button was undone, giving me a peek at the golden planes
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