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A shiver ran down my spine, as if he’d complimented me on something much more exciting than my name.

My senses were having a field day between Deacon’s amazing scent and the delicious aroma of the espresso—two of my favorite smells blended together. But mostly my body was hyperaware of the gorgeous creature standing in front of me—one who’d made a woman scream in pleasure just last night.

Deacon walked over to the corner of the room. I admired him as he examined the photos displayed on my shelves. Most of them were of Sunny, but he lifted one of me. I braced myself as he looked back and forth from the photo to where I was standing.

“You were a ballet dancer?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I was…for several years. Not anymore, obviously.” “Professionally?”

“Yes. I performed for The Manhattan Ballet as a principal dancer.”

If I’d thought his stare was penetrating before, that was nothing compared to the way he looked at me now.

“Wow.” He glanced back down at the photo. It showed me in an arabesque.
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