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Veronica placed her hand on his hair, and he stiffened automatically at the contact. But he didn’t pull away or order her out. She took it as the plus it was. She reveled in running her hand through the soft mass of curls. He had the best texture of hair.

“The reason I’ve been searching for you all morning is because of Daphne,” he stated firmly, his concentration back on his book.

She ran her han