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watching her profile, the way her soft brow crinkled in concentration as she studied her new maps. He was glad she'd left her hair loose that day. Its golden brown length cascaded long past her shoulders. She was a lovely woman, with a pert nose, well-defined chin, and high cheekbones. Surprisingly she wore no makeup and hadn't asked to buy some. Not that she needed any, but didn't most women feel naked without it? |
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Her winsome brown eyes were often, illogically, as wonder-filled as a child's at Christmas. But at the moment, the sights outside the window seemed no longer to inspire her awestruck attention. |
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When he turned on the radio, she jumped beside him, her eyes wide and her lower lip trembling. ''The music," she whispered. |
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"You don't like rock?" He turned on an easy-listening station, shaking his head at her odd reaction. |
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When they reached the cabin, she seemed preoccupied. "Thank you for everything, Mike," she said in her soft, lilting voice. Her arms were filled with the bags and boxes of things they had bought that day. |
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"You're welcome." He left her in the cabin while he went out to his workshop behind it. He needed to immerse himself in his latest project instead of dwelling on his thoughts. |
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Much later, after nearly completing a new table, he emerged. Darkness was falling, and he |
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