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Shane’s suitcase is packed. He’s dressed. He only has to put on his shoes and walk out the door. But he waits, tapping his foot impatiently, yanking the door open at the first knock.
“What is it?” he demands as the door swings shut with a click. “What could be so important and irreplaceable?”
Rozanov’s grin is irrepressible. “You forgot kiss.”
Shane catches his flight with exactly one minute to spare.
