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From Redemption

He had the most amazing smile. Kate figured the devil smiled like that. Mischief danced in his liquid blue eyes. Gold flecks flashed like sunshine on warm water as if inviting her to come in for a dip.

The calloused pads of his fingertips trailed down from her cheek to the corner of her mouth. This was no urban cowboy. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. His gaze followed it. At first she thought he didn’t feel the uncontrollable shudder that moved through her. But when he glanced from her lips to her eyes again, he gave her a knowing grin.

She’d had enough of this, she told herself, and, pushing her hands between them, put her palms against his hard chest.

She opened her mouth to tell him his kind of cowboy charm didn’t work on her, but when she parted her lips to speak, his mouth dropped to hers, robbing her of her breath and her senses.