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Chapter 6: Closer Still to AguilarAguilar strode directly to the bed and flopped down on the satiny coverlet. The fact that he was totally nude did not seem to disturb him at all. Jaelle’n halted, giving herself a moment to enjoy his masculine beauty. Her first impression yet remained—he truly was magnificent. Many big men were either over-muscled or simply tall and skinny, all knobby limbs like a young pine tree. Not Aguilar. He had the sleek athletic form of a more compact man, perfectly proportioned to his height. His long-fingered hands, folded for the moment on his bare golden chest, were those of an artist, a musician. Yet he had told her he’d been a warrior and he had scars to prove it, no horrible gaudy scars, but white lines marring the smooth skin here and there. All that beside