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I didn’t want to see that

I didn’t want to see any of this

But we couldn’t stop staring at each other, drinking each other in Michael’s eyes were the sairl could drown in His blond hair was cut shorter than it had been ere younger, so it appeared darker, and those broad shoulders of his seeesting he worked out more than he used to Not that he wasn’t fit back then There was justtaller than he was He was five eleven, shorter than the men inpresence

He still had that presence

Michael, what are you doing here? Please go away

The blond holding his hand (I refused to really look at her) tugged on it, and he looked away, freeingback into my body But as quickly as he’d looked away, his attention returned tohere?”

What was I doing here?

Seriously?

Every part of me trembled, and I tucked my hands underneath the table so he couldn’t see the here?” I rejoined

Seriously, what are you doing here? Leave

, Michael Leave, now!

I hoped he’d developed telepathic abilities over the last nine years

“We’re on vacation,” the blond spoke and pressed into his side like she belonged there “Mike, who is this?”

Mike? My fa such a beautiful na as ordinary as Mike

“Uh, Kiersten, this is Dahlia She’s Dermot’s little sister”