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... is hand was still pressing the hot water bottle against her feet, eyes lowered, fixed on her slender ankle—so he missed the flicker of darkness in her gaze.
When he finally looked up, their eyes met. Her doe-like eyes were pure and clear.
Earlier today, while he was waiting for her at the cable car terminal, Franklin Finch called him and, without preamble, asked what was going on between him and Natalie.
It seemed out of nowhere, so he asked Franklin what he meant.
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