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There was a herd of stallions inside him, racing over the open fields of his heart, pounding and snorting and grinding the final shreds of resistance to dust beneath their hooves. Yes, he was in love with her. And he couldn’t think of anything worse. “You look a little green,” she said, alarmed, coming close. She lifted a hand to touch his face but he caught her wrist and held it suspended between them. “No.” It was all he could manage in his current electrocuted, gobsmacked state. She asked quietly, “We’re back to this again? Me trying to touch you and you saying no?” Hawk closed his eyes, swallowing a groan. She remembered. God help him. She said, “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to ask you something. Then I’ll take a shower, and you’re going to sit over there on t
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