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CHAPTER 11
“Your what?”
Her head was still fuzzy from the kiss, her limbs heavy with arousal, and she was certain she must have heard him wrong.
“My wife. I have thought it through and it’s the only thing to be done.”
Maxim had said it so pragmatically, as though anyone should be able to see his point.
“I’m not going to marry you,” Michaela concluded, trying to match his tone.
If he wanted to try to have an insane discussion as calmly as if they were talking about the weather then she was more than up to the challenge. She certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling her self-control more than once in a five-minute time span.
“Michaela, you’re a very intelligent woman. And given your career choice, it&rsquo
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