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Fifteen seconds went by. Or twenty. It was hard to keep track.

Her feelings were like the cotton candy they sold in bags on the midway. Delicious but delicate. They would melt away in a second.

She released him and stepped back, pushing him away with light fingers.

“What are you doing, Jack?”

“Unless I’m dreaming, that was a hug. And it was the best part of my day.”

“We can’t,” she said.

“We were.”

She held her hand up in a stop-the-car gesture. “This was a mistake. It’s late. We’re both giddy and tired.”

“Didn’t feel like a mistake to me,” Jack said.

“Hugging the boss is a mistake for me. Tomorrow morning you’re the man who owns all this and I’m just a vendor for the summer.”

“So?”

She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but vendors aren’t exactly in the first-class cabins on your ship.”