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      the next morning verona brought coffee to mark instead of a painted pot with a plant.

      they sat side by side, heat radiating from the skin to skin contact.

     he wrapped his ankle around hers and her stomach spread with a feeling she had never felt before.

      "mark?"

      "hmm?"

      "do you believe in love?"

      his ankle disconnected with hers and he pushed himself away from her.

      "no."

     she turned to look at him and when their eyes connected, his eyebrows furrowed.

      "do you ever think you'd be able to fall in love?" she asked.

      "never."