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“Angel,” she said again, and then nodded. It had a nice ring to it. “All right. I guess you can call me that.”
“Just until you remember your real name,” he emphasized. Although he had a hunch it wasn’t going to be as good as “Angel.”
She looked at him, wishing she could believe what he’d just said. Why was it so easy for him and so hard for her?
“You really think I will?” she asked him.
There wasn’t so much as a second’s hesitation on his part. He saw no point in trying to hedge or qualify his words. This woman didn’t need hesitation. She needed someone to believe for her until she could believe for herself.
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