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Say something you idiot.
Paula returned his look unable to come up with a thing to say. He
nodded, then stepped around her and started to walk away.
Turning quickly Paula cursed
herself. Be bold, be daring. Don’t be shy. Come on. “Paula.”
The man turned and looked at
her in question.
Cursing her shy nature Paula
tried again. “My name is Paula.”
His answer was gruff.
“Markus.”
He looked at her waiting.
She thought of what she should say.
“I saw you in the ballroom
earlier. Why’d you look so misrable?”
He smiled slightly.
“Weddings.”
She laughed in
understanding. “You hate weddings to. Thank God. I thought I
was the only one.” Leaning against the wall she looked at him and
grinned. “Can you believe all the hoopla? I don’t get it. All they
need to do is get in front of a minister and say yes and be done
with it.”
He looked amused, walked
closer then leaned against the wall beside her. Paula felt
deliciously crowded. She stilled a shudder before it could escape.
“Yes. People don’t realize
that all this is not necessary.” He shook his head causing the braid
that rested on his should to move.
Before
she could think about it her hand reached out to touch his hair. His
hand flashed out and caught hers before she could touch it.
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