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That Damn Doorbell

Mal gently lifted her chin. “No one was hurt. But I fear they may just be getting started. This was a warning.” He brought his hand to her cheek, using his thumb to rub the lone tear that involuntarily fell.

Claire nodded her head, then turned her cheek into his palm. His cool skin seemed to calm her; the cool counteracting the heat that threatened its way to the surface. Mal leaned down, his lips pressing to hers.

She opened willingly as their tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths. She didn’t realize she needed this comfort. He was turning her insides to mush, but fanning the flame that never seemed to die when she was around him.

Mal effortlessly lifted her to the counter, opened her legs, and placed himself in between them.

*ding *ding *ding

Claire tore her lips away from his and placed her forehead on his chest, trying to hide her laughter. “You really need to get that damn doorbell fixed.”

Deciding that she had a point, Mal wanted to either dismantle the annoying cont
Meg Lawrence

At least no one was hurt. But who do we think wants Claire? And why? Thanks for reading along!

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Princess Dot
I agree, I also think she might be more than we know!!
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Expat Grandma
Has something to do with her opal necklace...
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