His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense.
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