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    Corrine snorted and tore into the croissant, her hunger mixing with lingering frustration.


    Nate watched her chew, amused by how she seemed to take her irritation out on the innocent pastry.


    After finishing her breakfast, Corrine grabbed her waiting suitcase and headed for the door.


    Nate followed close behind, jacket in hand, reaching for her.


    Before his fingers could make contact, Corrine sidestepped him with practiced ease.


    “What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.


    Nate’s hand remained suspended in the air, his eyes crinkling into a smile. “What, scared of me now?”


    Corrine’s gaze flickered momentarily before hardening. “Who’s scared?” she snapped, turning away.


    Nate stood frozen for a moment, drinking in the sight of her retreating figure before quickening his pace to catch up.


    In the car, he tried again. His fingers whispered against the fabric of her sleeve, but she batted his hand away like it burned. “Knock it off.”


    Nate’s eyebrow arched as she pressed herself against the door, creating a chasm between them. “If you’re not scared, why are you practically climbing out the window?”


    Corrine tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. “I’m not.”


    But the truth betrayed her—the scent of his cologne transported her instantly tost night, memories flooding back in waves that threatened to drown her.


    As the car partition purred upward, Nate pulled her onto hisp with surprising gentleness, one strong arm encircling her waist while his other hand caressed her flushed cheek. “Did I overdo itst night?”


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    “What do you think?” Corrine turned to face him.


    Corrine’s eyes were rimmed with red, evidence of either hurt feelings or a sleepless night. She looked undeniably fragile, the kind of vulnerability that awakened protective instincts.


    Nate cradled her face and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Haven’t you thought about what happenedst night?”


    “Pervert.” Corrine shot him a withering look. “Not everyone has your mind constantly dwelling in the gutter.”


    “I’ll admit I sometimes got carried away when being intimate with you, but I never went that far,” he said with a hint of defensiveness. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I’m pretty sure my grandma and Tanya nned this.”


    Corrine’s attention sharpened at his words. “You mean…”


    Did Tanya slip something in their drinks?


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