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Charity took
a step back, intimidated a little by the dark glint in Call's eyes and
the anger in his face. "I-I was taking some pictures. It's such a
lovely day, so much warmer than it has been, and I-I--"
"Do you know
how worried Maude's been?" He dumped his daypack onto the ground and
continued walking toward her.
"She was
frantic. How could you be so thoughtless?"
Charity
blinked at him. "I told her I was going for a walk. I might have
stayed a little longer than I intended but I didn't think she'd be
upset."
"Well she
was." He held her immobile, their bodies nearly touching. "She was
worried sick."
There was
something in his expression. Fear, she realized. Concern for her.
"Maude was worried?" she said softly. "Or you were?"
Those fierce
blue eyes borned into her. His arm slid down, wrapped around her
waist, and he hauled her the last few inches between them, pressing
his body full-length against hers.
"I was," he
said, and then he kissed her.
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