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Shawn sat in his car, not moving, watching Elisabeth's shadow slanted across the curtains of her office. He was parked just down the street, and he had a view of the brightly-lit front room from where he sat. He shivered. It was a clear night, perfect for a hard frost.
“I must be out of my mind.” He made the comment aloud, his gaze not moving from the slight figure behind the bulky shape of her desk. Was she working? She was very still.
He’d had every chance to tell her what he had come to say, and yet he had let it slip by. Instead, he had idiotically told her he’d loved her.
At the moment he’d said it, he’d known it was true. In fact, he’d probably known it when she first answered the door and he saw her as the same Bethie he’d tried to marry.
She was so thin. He had seen the insi
