A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. Then she shrugged.
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