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... as if her words hadn’t just pricked something beneath his skin.
Anna only shrugged, her composure untouched. Pulling out a chair, she sat down with casual grace. "No, I’m not. But if you keep doing these... thoughtful things, I might start to doubt."
Her voice was light, teasing almost, but her eyes flickered when she noticed him staring at her.
Daniel hadn’t realized it either—how intently his gaze had fixed on her, how it lingered long after it should have drifted away ...
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