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She blamed the entire thing on the shirt.

His shirt, to be precise.

Everything would have been fine, if he’d just kept it on.

But no. He had to go be the gentleman. He’d known she was soaked through. And with no electricity thanks to the ice storm that had blanketed Seattle with hardly any warning, she had also been freezing.

So he’d given her a towel, threadbare as it was, to dry off as best she could.

And then he’d given her his shirt.

Really, that’s when all the trouble started.

That’s when she’d obviously lost every bit of common sense that she’d ever possessed.

What else could possibly explain the fact that she was now lying on a pile of cushions on the floor of Merrick & Sullivan Yachting with Paxton Merrick’s sinewy arm over her waist as if he had every right to do so?

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The Hunt for Cinderella:

Seeking Prince Charming