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And again . . .
He cleared his throat. “Not that I’m complaining, because, believe me, I am very much not. Why did this conversation prompt a kiss?”
She stared up at him, that hint of tears and vulnerability he’d seen there before the kiss hidden under something else, something he couldn’t put into words. All of it was still there, but she’d rearranged it so something like strength was the predominant mask she showed.
He had a sinking suspicion itwasa mask.
