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Pat appreciated Aelissm’s support and missed it, but he was glad she’d gone inside. He’d rather have her safely out of Sara’s path than trying to protect him. Besides, this was something he needed to face on his own, or he’d never be free of this manicured demon.
His time in Montana and the knowledge he might have to face her had given him the stability of mind to deal with her, but he couldn’t have prepared himself for seeing her again. He felt the same aching nausea as if he’d been kicked in the groin. Whatever attraction she’d held for him had died a long time ago, and now, with Aelissm for comparison, he was revolted by the thick, concealing make-up she wore, the artificial highlights in her rich chestnut hair, the designer clothes, and the air of superiority. The last he reca
