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one at that The god in front of her didn’t have an ounce of fat on him

He was broad-shouldered His arh

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he didn’t look like souy He’d earned his

iron He

worked, and at hard, most likely physical, labor His skin was bronzed

from the sun

If his body was heavenly, then Meg didn’t kno to describe

his face It was all sharp planes and harsh angles that caether to

for truly beautiful His jaw looked like it was carved out

of granite But his eyes were like soft, gray stones in his face He was,

without a doubt, the loveliest man she had ever seen

It was too bad he was obviously insane Beck looked like an

escapee from a Renaissance fair, with his open-necked, linen shirt