Then those aqua eyes pegged him again and his breath came whooshing out. She looked totally out of it. Tired, sleepy, traumatized. But she didn’t panic in his arms. Perhaps she didn’t— “Are you an angel?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her question startled a laugh from him. Damn, it felt good to laugh. For a man who prided himself on his easy going nature, he'd been far too tense these last few months. “I’ve been called many things, but never an angel.” I was the guy cursing at you as you almost ran me off the road. I'm the idiot who can’t stop wondering who you are and what you're running away from. And I’m the man who can’t stop looking at your lips, wondering what they’ll taste like. A hint of a smile curved her lips and she laid a hand over his heart. “A fallen angel?” Payment of the download fee for this ebook grants the purchaser the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to download and read this file, and to maintain a private backup copy of the file for the purchaser’s personal use ONLY.
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