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‘Your stalker?’

‘I suppose you read about that’

‘No, yourabout it and I’ve seen the scar, reled as she recalled running her fingers along the ridge of scar tissue that stood out pale against his s, sensual heat washed over her until she was engulfed from head to toe

Their eyes touched and locked ‘I remember’

A soft, sibilant hiss issued froh her body The sexual tension fed on the electricity that passed between them and became a palpable presence in the room

Scarlet knew that a gigantic black hole had opened up at her feet and, God, did she want to step into it! Every fibre in her body told her to let go, what the hell? How could this be wrong when it felt so good? Froments of her self-controlp????e

‘It h and brittle to her own critical ears ‘Is she…the woman…?’

‘In a psychiatric unit, but ress by all accounts Hopefully she’ll be well enough to be released later this year’

Despite her best intentions this coht Scarlet’s attention back to his face If it weren’t for the thin line of feverish colour that focused the eye on his high cheekbones she ined that ined anything—his desire was still there, raw and dangerous…but, worse still, deeply exciting

Dear God, girl, show a bit of control

‘I don’t think I’d be hoping for that in your shoes,’ she adive or take a few inches he could have died at the hands of the crazy woh her

‘She was sick, people get sick…’

‘But she nearly—’

‘But she didn’t,’ he cut in fir about what could have happened we’d never get out of bed in the ’

‘If we did co?’