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Righting her position on the couch to put her feet flat on the floor, Harlow listened to Dover depart the room and close the door. Now they were alone. Alone. Being by herself with Ryske had not been part of the plan. Nothing ever went to plan where he was concerned.
Go with it. That’s what Noon had said. Though this may not have been exactly what he meant, she went with it, even in spite of her nerves sparking and fizzing with a vengeance.
Ryske began to cross toward her. Spreading her hands on her thighs, Harlow flattened her skirt and kept her eyes on the low coffee table a couple of feet from her knees.
She expected him to go past her, to take a seat on the couch where Dover had been. Instead, he stopped in front of the arm she’d been perched on a few minutes ago and offered a f
