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Finally, she turned to him. “This place is going to be amazing with the artifacts. Let’s go up and see Rihamel.”

Maybe that was it. Maybe it was just her excitement about being in his kingdom. Everyone loved it here, but it was so fresh in her.

“Jarah?” She asked again. “Is everything all right? You’re just staring at me. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. I realize we’re probably not supposed to be here.”

“Lost in thought,” he said smoothly. “Come. I’ll take you up to the roof.”

The sun was already setting. He’d lost track of time watching her. A warm orange glow blanketed the city, bringing cooler weather and the promise of a clear night.

“Oh,” she gasped as she ran to the edge. “This is beautiful! Can you imagine what it must look like at night with all the lights?”

Jarah didn’t have to imagine it. His bedroom window had a spectacular view of the city, but he could never share that view with her.

“It’s worth seeing,” he admitted quietly.

She turned and raced to the other side to get a good look at the temple. She did everything with so much energy and passion. It was a childlike enthusiasm, although no one would ever mistake her for anything but the striking woman that she was.

His body reacted to her almost violently as he watched her lean on her arms over the city and close her eyes, tilting her face up to the sky.

Suddenly, he knew just what he wanted to do with the rest of his evening.

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