"As long as you're willing to feed me, even if it is poison, I could drink it," Jamie said.Then, his voice dropped a little, a quiet, dangerous challenge. "But if you don't want to feed me, at least taste it first. See if it's too hot. If it isn't, I'll drink it myself."He had noticed!A chill ran through Sharon from head to toe.Jamie rose slowly, moving toward her. Standing over her, his presence was imposing, suffocating."You won't feed me… and you're not even willing to taste it for me?" His words were calm, but his gaze was sharp, unpredictable, stormy.Sharon's heart hammered. Jamie's temperament was volatile; she had no idea what he might do. Being discovered by him left her vulnerable in ways she couldn't anticipate. If she angered him now, the consequences could be catastrophic.She shut her eyes briefly, summoning every ounce of composure, and took a sip of the soup.Before she could swallow, Jamie lunged, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.Sharon hadn't
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