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Lost in her thoughts, Regan was caught off guard when Jagr ca into his lared into his iirl, why don’t you?"

A golden brow flicked upward "Will this do?"

"Do for what?"

"Clothing"

"Oh" She licked her suddenly dry lips as she glanced toward the elegant clothes displayed in the large"I…I don’t think it’s open"

Stepping forward, Jagr pressed his hand against the door For ahappened, then with a low squeak, the door swung inward

"It is now"

"What about the alararded her with that flat stare At last she threw her hands up in defeat "Fine, but if you get shot again, I’ forward

She had barely reached the door when Jagr wrapped an arainst his hard chest, whispering directly into her ear

"You didn’t seean wasn’t sure what infuriated hermanhandled by the brute, or the delicious heat that licked through her body at being oing to get a lot ," she hissed

His lips brushed over the curve of ear,his cos lightly scraped down the curve of her neck, sing a h her

"You can get up close and personal with anything you want, little one," heat her skin

"Daan stor toward the back racks that held the expensive designer jeans and T-shirts

What rong with her? Jagr was nothing eous pain in her ass So why did she keep letting hi her teeth, Regan forced herself to ignore his large for her every aze By God, this was her first, and perhaps only, opportunity to actually enjoy what uardian froers around the circular stand, Regan occasionally paused to pull out whatever happened to catch her eye Any of them would do, of course The jeans were all faded and looked like they had been put through a meat slicer, while the shirts were cropped to show more than they covered

Ah, the wacky world of fashion

Still, she couldn’t stop herself fro how each would feel against her skin

Studying a tiny pink sweater with a an stiffened as she felt the cool brush of Jagr’s power as he stepped behind her

"Do they not have your size?" he dean deliberately replaced the pink sweater and selected a tiny white T-shirt

"Of course they haveisn’t appropriate?"

"It’s fine"

"Why do you keep searching?"

Heaving a sigh, she turned to glare over her shoulder "Givebefore I want to…savor it"

He stilled at her confession "Never?"

She shoved the shirt back onto the rack "In case you an and I weren’t exactly BFF I was kept locked in a cage for the past thirty years"

"You must have been let out on occasion"

"Only when the bastard needed enuine faith healer"

Before she could react, Jagr turned her to face hiht

"How did you convince theaze Da her as if she’d grown a second head

"Whenever we reached a town, he would set up a big tent in a field and start handing out flyers" She ground her teeth until they ached, refusing to acknowledge the brutal pain that twisted her gut at the an She’d o: she would never, ever give the da her cry Not one tear Not ever Regaining coaze "Before the show started, he would slice , and I would stumble into the tent he’d set up Once I had the audience’s attention, he would rush over to put his hands over "