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across his face. He watched as an equal measure of pain and fury mirrored in Colette's eyes. In t

pilled from her eyes, and for a second, she saw his hardened gaze soften. It was the same look he gave her every night af

she asked softly. She was certain he would agree, but then the

a nuisance he had no time for. If her heart had broken once, it shattered

to pick her up and head to the airport. Our flight l

if he stayed the night or not. He would leave in the morning anyway. But it mattered to her. For

ed, his tone gentle, but he did not touch her. He stoo

for a few hours; it wasn't too much, was it? But Matheo turned away wit

ike a child. I don't have

id down onto the floor, her back against the bed, the grave realization sinking in. She

see you tomorrow." He kissed her, and she felt the familiar current, the sexual power that always surged when he touched her. But tonight, she didn't kiss him back. She lay there,

" he spat as he sl

now; she hadn't gotten up all day, hadn't eaten a thing. But she had thought a lot-about the past, the future, and her l