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A tight band squeezed around Luke’s head, not a surprise, since the intimacy from last night had ended with Agathe bounding away like a proverbial scared rabbit.
His hands strained with a need to reach for her, but he kept his arms locked at his side. Up until now, showing her goodwill hadn’t gotten him far. He’d had no choice but to hope that last night would sustain him. That in time, he might convince her he was worth the risk of falling in love. That he had more to offer than s*x and maybe he could help her through whatever fears held her back. But seeing her just now left him wondering if any of that was possible.
“We need to talk.” Actually, he needed more than just to talk. He needed to shake something, preferably her prickly temper, if tempers could be shaken. She made him fe
