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1 " Will you do me a favor?" Declan asked. If he looked at her with those dark, intoxicating eyes, she was likely to do anything he asked. " Maybe." " Any more dreams you have, no matter how small, will you tell me about them?" " Even the ones that star you?" The almost flirty quiestion slipped out before she could stop herself. A slow grin spread across his fallen-angel face. The man just looked as if he wanted to do wicked things -- and she'd let him. " Especially those. "
