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1 " Relax,” the woman said. “It’s just me.”“Just you?” Hale asked with heavy irony, remembering the black leather and predator’s eyes with a stab of heat. Dangerous beauty had always been his downfall.“I’m watching your back.”“Sure you are,” he snorted. Beauty or not, he wasn’t stupid enough to trust. Screw, sure. Trust, no way. "
― Michelle O'Leary , The Third Sign
