Losing
Images came to her mind of Mason, and her heart raced as it did every time he was near. She breathed in the intoxicating scent of musk, cedar, and leather that clung to him like a beloved old blanket. Even now, away from him in another room, she could still catch a whiff of his scent in the air, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck would stand at attention. With a sigh, Thea flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder. She started organizing her workspace, trying to distract herself from the thoughts of Mason that kept coming back. She heard the door open behind her and spun around, anticipation flooding through her as she hoped to find Mason standing there. But instead of it being Mason, Thea’s excitement turned to disappointment as she saw Genevieve standing in the doorway. The s
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