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Derek’s lips thinned to a straight line, but he stepped back and let Megan into the opening of the door. His heartbeat actually picked up when he saw her. Freshly showered and wearing a pair of jeans and a scoop neck T-shirt in light pink, she looked sweet and innocent. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail on the top of her head, its thick auburn length sweeping over her shoulder—the ends curling perfectly at the tip just above her breast.
“Morning.” Her voice sounded rested but a bit raspy. Probably from all the smoke yesterday.
“Good morning. Wonder if we might have a little chat.”
“I don’t know where Way—”
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