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Chapter Twelve-2
“Get a hold of yourself,” Jon ordered. Maureen stopped, taking a deep breath. “You’re not the kind of woman to go off the deep end. Remember that.” “I know, but this is…” she didn’t know what more to say. “How about if I see you tonight?” “Yes,” she found herself wanting that very much though she didn’t want to admit it to herself or Jon. Jon Rush walked into the deli dressed in blue jeans and a plain white shirt, a seductive grin on his princely face. It was seven not eight o’clock as they planned, meeting in the deli, not her apartment. Seeing that she wasn’t finished working, he sat at a table opposite the deli counter and eyed her amusedly. Was he trying to make her nervous? If so, he succeeded well. A little titter of excitement swept through her as she watched him watch her—t
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