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His smile could move mountains. Or melt them, she wasn't sure which. Maybe both. Gwen felt her cheeks flush and felt immediately stupid for being so frazzled over something as simple as a deep dimpled smile, so much so that she turned her attention back to the game. She took her ball to the next course and lined up her shot.

"It runs in the family," she answered. She wasn't bothered by the fact that she'd followed in her family's footsteps. "It's good for me, though," she added as she putted. The ball rolled down a slight slope, but did not go in. She walked after it. "I don't think I could sit in front of a desk all day long, even though a lot of our work is just paperwork."

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