He was more than 25 years her senior and yet at times he looked like a schoolboy. She leaned forward on her elbows, her face in her hands, admiring his looks, the way his hair fell over his forehead. Then she quickly sat back up straight if she was caught staring there would be hell to pay. Thank goodness he can’t read my mind, she hoped. 

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