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... arm slipping into place like a well-worn jacket—effortless, practiced.
"He’s like this with everyone," he said lightly. "Protective reflex. Comes with the uniform."
But his gaze lingered on Lara a heartbeat too long. Long enough for curiosity to edge into something else. He felt it then—the inexplicable tug, low and insistent, as if some unseen thread had tightened between them.
Leonard Norse watched the exchange with a faint, knowing smile. Age had softened him where war ...
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