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“M’lord!”
The shout from the far side of the panel stunned Joanna with its nearness. What was worse, however, was the sight of the new laird’s profile through the narrow opening, only a breath away. His face was turned toward the study, as the shout came again, clearly but from below.
Gaping at his profile, Joanna quickly shut the panel as quietly as she could. Sliding the latch, she pressed her palms against the wood and let out a soft, strangled breath. For the first time in months, she’d almost given herself away; she’d come face to face with the man. Pressing her forehead on her knuckles, she closed her eyes. She had to gather her strength. She had to run away. That was far too close. Her body shivered, and she was shocked to feel her knees about to buckle as she tried to rise.
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