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He removed his sunglasses and tucked them in the neckline of his sweater.

Her knees went wobbly.

Good Lord, it wasn’t fair.

His eyes were a bright cornflower blue surrounded by lashes sodark and thick it looked like Rhonda had flown in just to touch him up with some mascara.

Day-um.

“Louisa—”

Dani inhaled.

His voice.

What was it about certain foreign accents? She didn’t know, but his could be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac. Twist off the top, release the contents, and watch panties drop and thighs spread. His voice was measured, deep, and cultured. Benedict Cumberbatch mixed with Idris Elba with a dash of James Bond.

Or even better...

She was in the presence of her very own Mr. Darcy.

Macfadyen, not Firth.

He continued, and, like most men, when he opened his mouth, he ruined it.

“—if this is your idea of a joke, you need to reassess your bloody material!”

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