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startled to react to his use of her first name. Besides, this man had some connection to Arlenand, perhaps, to her. |
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But who was Mike Danziger? |
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Mike considered leaving Abby Wynne here; maybe he shouldn't take her to his cabin. |
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Nevertheless, he found himself saying gruffly, ''Come on." Hefting his backpack to his shoulders, he walked toward the path, glancing back to see if she followed. |
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The woman was exquisitely lovely, with her high cheekbones and lips that seemed lusciously full despite their dryness. The fit of that antique-looking dress hinted of curves in all the right places. Still, she wasn't model perfect. She had a slight, sexy overbite and the merest of spaces between her front teeth that indicated she must have escaped the torture of braces as a child. When she stood, he found her taller than he expected. |
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But so what if he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her? There was something strange about her. He was right to be suspicious of her. None of her reactions seemed to fit anything he said or did. He felt as though he were participating in a television show in which someone played the wrong sound track with the picture. |
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Unbidden, he thought again of how sweet and delicate she had felt in his armsand how he'd had a strange, fleeting sense of her importance to him. |
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He shrugged it off. His imagination had gone |
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