—Madeline—The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, my hands flying to his chest.His hands slipped from his pockets with lightning speed, catching me by the upper arms to steady me. I looked up, and for a second, the hallway disappeared. There was only his cologne and the dark, fathomless depth of his eyes.I felt stripped bare.“Are you okay, Little Bird?”My breath caught. I took a back step away from him. Then another. “Stop calling me that. I'm Mrs. Morvanti now.”He didn't let go. If anything, his fingers tightened around me. A knowing smile curved his mouth. He leaned closer.“So… you do remember me.”“No,” I blurted breathlessly. “I don't remember you.”He tilted his head—slowly— his eyes tracing the line of my throat. “Are you sure? Because your pulse is telling me a different story.”He was right.My heart was thudding against my ribs so hard I was certain he could feel it through the soles of his shoes.I was a 911 operator, trained to be the calm in the center of so
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