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~Louise~ Suddenly, the door flew open, and I lost my train of thought. I swallowed a stuck lump in my throat, thankful for the interruption. Joseph stood in the doorway, his eyes a speckled misty grey as he surveyed the room. Again, there had been no ocean breeze to warn me he was near—no sound of nearing footsteps. Had I all my senses dulled since the operation? He turned his eyes on me, and a flutter of butterflies exploded in my chest. His white button-up shirt buttoned to the indent of his defined collarbone and draped, untucked, over his black jeans. Hanging loosely over his broad shoulders was a dark black denim jacket. Those butterflies were swarming at the sight, making my stomach tingle. Oh, my goddess, what is going on with me? Am I attracted to him? “Ohh,” Raine whispered int