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Frosted Glass

Aaron slowed down slightly, and she took his hand. “Where did you learn to block like that? I was impressed. Maybe you could play for the Cowboys after all.”

He chuckled, and a tinge of red started to creep up his neck. “There are other sports a person can play that require the ability to block, you know? Not just your blessed American football.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words. “Like what? Soccer? Rugby? Did you play lacrosse?”

“I used to ...

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