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... n’t needed to. Mara felt him coming long before he knocked. Or maybe she had just hoped for him so often that her body no longer knew how to relax when he was near.
She was in the kitchen, wearing one of his old shirts, she kept telling herself she would toss out. But she never did.
"Mara," he said softly. She turned, slowly. The look in his eyes nearly undid her. He looked like he had a million things to say, and none of them were safe to say out loud.
"What are you doin ...
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