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She can practically taste it in the air when his energy shifts, sending an echo of desire up through her legs and stomach and spine and heart. When he leans in, his breath warm on her ear, she shivers -- impossible to hide even if she wanted to -- and then laughs, heady with satisfaction and relief.

"I'm not afraid to work for it. Being yours or being forgiven."

Now that's unvarnished truth. This conversation alone was a lot of work. Worth it for the promise in Hap's voice.

"When do you have to go?"