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Every doubt she was harboring ground to a halt as he race that she followed as if she was mesmerized

A plush white torapped around his narrow hips contrasted sharply against a tanned chest Droplets of water clung to chest hair that covered ropes of well-defined linted with that tradeaze pinned her to the spot

Awareness sliced through Clio like a physical shove to her senses and she swayed where she stood It was like a deluge of flood over drought-ridden land

“Clio, is everything all right?” he said, tossing a white towel over his nape that fell onto his chest

Clio ca Stefan for help felt like the ht of

Before she could blink, he covered the distance between them The scent of him, raw and masculine, was like a whiplash that slammed her breath in her throat

Shaking her head, she pushed her hair back “I’ to drink?”

For a few seconds, he stood there staring at her

Tall, impossibly wide, six feet three inches of prime Sicilian male, and all his focus was on her His eyes perused her with a leisurely intensity that made her feel exposed, raw

Not that she trusted her body’s response

Finally, he e “What would you like to drink?”

“Just so about so so mundane Maybe because it reh the earthquake in her life “Alcohol gives me—”

“A raine, I know Are they still as bad as they used to be?”

He had remembered Clio squashed the spurt of warmth that blooestsurprise “I never found anything to help

The sound of the refrigerator opening, the soft clink of the ice cubes against the glass punctured the silence that swathed them with aardness

She hadn’t even told him why she was here And he hadn’t asked