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She caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. He was bent over, dark hair tied back simply, sweat trickling down his muscled back in the glimmering heat of the forge. Blinking hard, she forced her gaze to the stone in front of her, but she could not quite force her mind to forget the sight of that well toned body. Nerdanel mentally berated herself for being distracted so. But her eyes again wandering over the broad shoulders, the shapely backside. Nerdanel growled with frustration. She jumped when an amused voice said,
"Why so agitated? Temptation?"
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