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Clark didn't know exactly when she had become the involuntary center of his attention. Maybe it was the day he saw her, wearing glasses, focused on a stack of reports, with the afternoon sun streaming through the window and turning her hair golden. Or when, without noticing, she laughed at something he said—and his heart raced as if he'd run a marathon. The truth is Clark never knew how to deal with women like that: beautiful, intelligent, and self-assured. And with her, every trait seemed multiplied by a thousand. He found her… fascinating. The kind of person who seemed to know exactly who she was and where she was going, while he still stumbled along his own path—and with his words. Not that he didn't want to get closer. He did, very much. But every time he tried, he ended up tripping (sometimes literally), dropping pens, coffee, or whatever shred of dignity he might have had at that moment.
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Clark didn't know exactly when she had become the involuntary center of his attention. Maybe it was the day he saw her, wearing glasses, focused on a stack of reports, with the afternoon sun streaming through the window and turning her hair golden. Or when, without noticing, she laughed at something he said—and his heart raced as if he'd run a m...Leia mais