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she said, trying to change the subject.
"We could go on Sunday," he said as the lift doors opened.
Ellie leaned against the wall of the lift. She liked Rosslyn Nyeve, straight forward, competent, she was a call a 'spade a shovel' type of person. Nothing like her mother, God, how was she going to face that on Saturday? She looked across at Jasper; he was trying to scratch red paint off his thumb. Ellie began to melt again as she watched him. His long jeaned legs stretched out in front of him, his bulging muscles in his suntanned arms. She loved him like this when he was in his thoughts, and she could watch him. He looked up at her, and Jasper's face suddenly lit up in a smile. His stunning sa
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