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Did her voice just tremble? “Thanksgiving,” she clarified. “Thank you for the invite.” She turned to go upstairs before she made a fool of herself when the tears came.

“You’re going to cry,” he said softly and there was an undertone of horror that would have made her laugh under different circumstances.

Josh couldn’t help it. Those big blue eyes shimmering with tears simply did him in. He touched her face, the warm satin of her skin. Smelled the fresh, fruity scent of shampoo from her still-damp hair. Heard her sharp intake of breath as her hand came up to rest on his chest, but she didn’t pull away. His gaze locked on her blue one, and he saw his own desire reflected in hers. The wanting twined around them, silky, sweet and hot.

Dangerous.