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The next four days passed with agonizing deliberation. Gwen tried to keep busy in the petting zoo, holding grooming and care classes for anyone who wanted to join in. Mitch threw himself into a series of vigorous workouts designed to exhaust even the most athletic bodybuilder.
It should have worked.
So why was she spending her rare free moments scanning the wide gleaming deck for a certain broad set of shoulders?
And why did he keep inventing such feeble excuses to wander near the crowded petting zoo? Had he lost his mind entirely?
One whiff of a female, and it’s caution to the winds, the eyes glaze, the glands swell, and the brain freezes!
He’d never suffered that particular kind of insanity before he’d met Gwen. But then again, Gwen wasn’t ‘just some woman.’ And even just thinkin
