![]() It'd been two years since she'd seen him, and almost the same length of time since she'd shared his bed. He was standing off to one side, looking right at her. Maybe she'd subconsciously recognized his voice amid the babble of the others, or there really was such a thing as a sixth sense, because when she turned and glanced across the crowded room, she confirmed what her body had already told her. Presley Christensen could tell by the prickle that skittered up her spine. ![]()
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