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His chest pressed against my back lightly and his beard tickled my cheek.

“Truce?” he breathed into my ear.

I tilted my head to the side.

“No winner, no loser?” I whispered.

“Yep. Two winners. Deal?” he asked under his breath.

“Deal,” I responded.

I realized as he reached to untie me that not only was Dalton different than anyone I would probably ever meet, but that he was caring, kind, and always considerate of me. His huge heart was disguised by a beard, tattoos, gauges in his ears, and an outer bad-boy shell as tough as diamonds.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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