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Duke looked up at her through his lashes, his hands and face still pressed to her hand.

She looked . . . lost. He wished more than anything that he could wipe that look off her face, but knew he couldn't. He'd officially pulled out all the stops here, after all, and she still looked wrecked.

If only he hadn't freaked out about that key thing. She'd been okay before that.

Fortunately, the molly had him distracted again before he could spiral fully into a one man blame fest. He kissed her palm again, then turned to Lucifer, still hanging onto her with one hand as he reached for Lucifer's sleeve.

"Lemme see if that shirt's as soft as it looks, too."