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It took Midori a few moments to step away from the studio. Before she did, she watched Guy turn to Kimmei. When he did so, the strained look on his face that had been present with the pushy artist evaporated. Guy sat back in his chair, with his hands placed behind his head and a grin on his handsome face. Through the looking glass, Kimmei returned the same huge grin. They looked like two peas in a pod. Midori wished there was room for her in that pod.
Guy was the first man to respect her boundaries. He hadn’t made a single pass at her. He hadn’t touched her when she was naked in his hotel room, or naked in his bedroom. He’d made a deal with her and kept his end of the bargain without expecting anything more. She’d pushed him away every time he extended his hand to help her. But she’d
