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Charity could hardly contain herself. She propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands, tightly clasped to dispel any shaking. She could feel the breath hitching in her chest and forced herself to breathe ... calmly, quietly, working hard to display a composure she didn't feel. Inside she was all awhirl, tipsy with joy over the prospect that Mitch was finally returning her affection. She studied him from across the table, the slight pucker of a frown wedged between his brows as he contemplated his first move. Her heart wanted to burst. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man: smart, tough, no nonsense, yet a heart as soft as fresh-churned butter. She stifled a sigh. And more handsome than the law allowed. How in the world had he managed to steer clear of the altar all these years? She suddenly thought of Faith and felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. He moved his pawn and settled back in the chair. The corners of his lips twitched. "I suggest you focus on your game if you hope to win this match, Miss O'Connor." Her face burned hot as she fumbled to pick up her pawn.
