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He could’ve coped with a distraction, if that was all she was. Pretty girl with a brain who liked to run her mouth. She might even have been useful to the cause. It was a shame she took more than his attention, more than his time, more than his best effort.
By the time the truth was revealed, it was too late. Every smile, every look, every touch, it was too much. Grant Ward felt the one thing he never thought he could - love - and all Skye could do was look at him in revulsion. He was doomed.