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She studied the hard set of his mouth, intrigued. He’d acted almost jealous. The prospect tantalized her.

“Why should they? None of my business.”

“It just seemed like … you were upset. You tensed up.” She smoothed a hand along the taut, corded muscles of his arm, stroking her fingers to his fist to illustrate her point.

He rolled his shoulders as if trying to loosen the tension stringing him tight, then sighed a gush of breath. “All right, yes. It bothers me.”

The corner of her cheek tugged up, and she playfully goaded, “Why?”

He jerked his head toward her. “Why?” he echoed, incredulous. “I—Hell.”

His hazel eyes lasered down at her with breath-stealing intensity, and the air between them sparked and crackled. A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his throat, and a heartbeat later, his mouth descended on hers.