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He tsked. “You have my intentions entirely wrong, love. Except possibly the honey part.” She caught the phosphorous glow in his eye as he smiled, slow and languid. “Minus the bees.” She swallowed and tightened her fingers around the coat. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. “Well, then you’re the only one. The rest of your friends are hell-bent on doing something nasty to me because I won’t—” “But you did,” he interrupted, still with that same silken, caressing tone that sent tremors over her skin. “And now they’ve got their proof. You’re no longer in any imminent danger.” “From them,” Jenna peeped as he moved another step closer. He dropped his hand and curled his long fingers around the collar of the wool coat. His other hand came up and grasped the lapel. He pulled her closer u
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