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"It’s not a ga," Greystone said in a low voice that reverberated through her and settled somewhere in the vicinity of her heart

"And by touch, I suppose you mean--"

"Simply a touch"

She as always so aware of her surroundings, of the people around her, judging when best to take, when to leave, had somehow missed that he’d leaned nearer to her, his blue eyes sentlest of touches, he ski the curve of her face, from her temple, down her cheek, across her chin

"So soft," he whispered as his thu hisquite so fascinating, as though she were so near you in the drawing room…is any of them your lover?"

"No!" She was insulted by the insinuation, would haveof his thu her captive as effectively as iron

"Have you a lover?"

"I’m not certain why it’s any of your concern--"

"Have you?" he repeated with an insistence that indicated he’d not let his inquiry go unanswered

"No"

"Good"

He never took his eyes fro, the fire within the to feel as though she ht melt She had a ridiculous need to undo some buttons, to let hiood?" she asked, barely recognizing her own voice It was far too sultry

"Because I would very , and unlike you, I’s to soain on her cheek, his paliving her time to retreat or an opportunity to object She did neither Instead she found herself leaning toward hi closed Then his mouth was upon hers