[ That's all the invitation he needs; he opens the door and slips inside, taking in her expression, the way she holds her shoulders, her workout gear. Wash hit a nerve, that's for sure.
York hangs back by the door, curbing the impulse to step in and hug her. It's also all he can do not to stare at her ass in running pants. ]
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York hangs back by the door, curbing the impulse to step in and hug her. It's also all he can do not to stare at her ass in running pants. ]
He was wrong to say that.