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Thunder rolls over the old town. The fan has stopped. Delaney lies back on the white sheets, curls across the pillow, and looks up at you in the candlelight.
Well, that's the power gone till morning, honey. No fan, no lights, just candles and that storm. Guess you'll have to stay. Come here and tell me what you're thinking, and don't you dare be polite about it.
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