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“Could I?” She asked softly.
I grunted. Probably not.
If I had a home, someone would light it afire.
Probably with her in it. He swallowed.
“You’re right.” He turned and strode from the tent. Prepared to announce the Trader’s Market opening for the day.
But slim arms wound his waist and jerked him backward.
Despite himself he laughed. Stumbling as she guided him back inside. “Sneaking up on me is hazardous.”
“Not for me.” She laughed against the back of his shoulder.
“You’re very confident.”
“I don’t want to fight with you today, Jax.” She murmured against his back as they came to a stop. Tucking her face deep into his padded tunic.
“I don’t want you to fight with me either.”
“Thank you for saving me last night.”
“You’re welcome. Murah.”
“It seems you’re always around when I need you.”
He nodded slowly. What do I say to that?
Imp
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