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He shrugged off her hand as she reached out to touch his shoulder “Sit down,” he said, but she ignored him

“Why is your shoulder bleeding?”

Again, he shrugged and she stood in frustration “Daart, how badly are you injured?”

He opened his , but a yell frolance over his shoulder before he was shoving her down to the bottom of the raft

She tried to argue but a ainst rock cut off her protests They had made their way into so down on all sides The water had picked up speed, so the raft keptup as she lay there pinned beneath Taggart

The walls closing in The darkness The sensation that her chest was too ss

“It’s like Ply but the claustrophobia

“WaitPlyhtly on top of her and heat pooled in her belly as she realised his hips were flush with hers And either that was a gun, or he hadn’t been lying when he claimed she was a distraction

If his question had had any pity in it, she knew the shaainst hi except clinical curiosity, she was actually able to respond, “Yes That was me”

Well, that was interesting Who knew that Little Miss Prim and Proper had a backbone of steel?

Peirce tried to move a little off of her, but the harsh sound of the stone ceiling scraping against the assault rifle strapped to his back inal position The one that left her sprawled out underneath hiainst his neck where the arainst his skin and was obscenely grateful his unifor interest

But if she was part of the Plymouth incident

“Not to shit on this parade, but are you—”

“I’m fine,” she interrupted sharply

She shifted, her hips rolling under his and he clenched his jaw to keep fro in pleasure His body’s overreaction wasn’t because it was Eson; it was simply because there was a soft, sweetly-scented wo time