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p of Emery's fingers against her keyboard. Her eyes hurt from staring too long at the screen, but she didn't

was the

is desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled back to his forearms, the top two but

t to look bu

is gaze flicked up-those dark, unr

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rom side to side before moving to the

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in hand, and wa

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thing in years

ween them s

chair, pulse pounding in her

s me. You're smart, stubborn, and you walk around here like you don't belong, even though you do.

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desk. His fingers-long, strong, too careful-hover

be doing this

are," she

hickened

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nly, eyes locked on hers. "Because

idn't

now, unsteady in a way that m

want to

was

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back like she'd been wa

he edge of the desk for balance. Her

er like she wa

e I've ever lived b

th the back of her fingers. "Then may

omething raw and unfamili

moment

desk. Harsh. Vibrating. A reminder o

it. But the spell l

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n the way his voice wavered. Felt it in the w

a smile-quiet,

ll s

alked