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July 19, 2003
...her fingernails lightly scraped his arm. He also tried to ignore the memory of her lips on his forehead. The cold, back stiff to the world, woman in front of him was the real Cassie. Not the imagined one in his head. "I'm sorry about that Ms. Collins. I wasn't paying attention to where I was heading. It's become second nature getting to my desk in the morning. I hope you're okay and I apologize once again if you're hurt in any way." Jack winced at the crack in his voice as he hastily stumbled out an apology. He felt...