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she’d finally succeeding in catching Giana off guard. “Don’t

say things like that,” she snapped.

“I think you do, though.” Her hand was still there. So close.

So close to Giana’s deep breaths, her trembling shoulders, her

shaking h

ands.

“No.”

“Well, I do, then.” She wanted to reach out that final inch,

but Giana stepped back again, and she tucked her hand back at

her side, feeling foolish. She’d just been denied. Again. How

much clearer could Giana make things?

“I can’t afford a distraction.”

“But you want one anyway.” Why was she still pushing and

pleading? Why couldn’t she just sign the papers and walk

away? She was butting up against the same wall she’d hit the

night of the wedding. The necklace in her pocket was a thin

excuse. Why hadn’t she been able to walk out the door? Why

had she kept coming back after? Why had she returned to

Giana every single time?

Giana ground her teeth together. Her hands balled into

frustrated fists before she reached up and raked one through

her glossy, flat ironed hair. It looked so much better that way,

mussed and less than perfect. Something broke with a loud

snap. Something invisible but forceful.

“You’ve stolen my good sense, my peace, and my sanity

these past few weeks.” She prowled towards Coralyn, her

whole attitude changed. She’d made her decision. She was

going back on the offensive. The room crackled with energy,

with sensual desire. She stopped so close that Coralyn’s arm

hairs rose in response to the pull of electricity. All of her was

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