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He had lost one lover to death, another to betrayal. The
third… His lips tightened. Could you call a man who would never
touch you —would recoil from the very thought of touching you—
your lover? No. But at the same time, what would you call a man
whose mind touched yours, whose prickly friendship was a gift,
whose character, whose very existence, helped to define your own?