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ligence to tell him what it was she felt, but she was no poet "Just lovewith me"

He gazed down at her, his flaht "What if it's wrong, Selena?" His voice broke "What if you belong to someone else?"

This question that bothered hi to her All she cared about was the look in his eyes and the way he ?"

He gave her a sly sad and touched her face "Ah, Selena "

She leaned forward, pressed her cheek into the heat of his hand and closed her eyes

Hesound and pulled her into his ar her so fiercely she couldn't breathe

Ian poured hilass of whiskey and tossed it down, tasting nothing, feeling only the false warut

Wobbling, laughing quietly to hi way to his desk and sat doith a thud The papers strewn across the any surface blurred before his eyes

For a split second, he saw the letters he'd filed at every post office between here and New York City He'd told hundreds of people about the ed her family to come forward

He crashed his fist to the desk and swept the offending whiteness away Papers scattered to the floor

What was he going to do? Sweet Jesus, as he going to do?

It was the question that haunted hi for the booze Every moht sonorant, selfish bastard that he was-had alerted the world to her presence Every time the wind

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