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finished what he had in hand, it was about nine o'clock in the evening. He reached out and rubbed his brows, closed his eyes, and relaxed for a while. When he looked up, he saw her brows furrowed tigh...he impropriety of her actions. She abruptly let go of his hand and looked at the three clear fingernail marks left on the little boy's fair, fleshy hand. Her heart ached, and she felt a sudden urge to...