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Jane held out her hand and Duncan shook it. As it lay safely clasped in his, she felt a different kind of closeness.

One only a woman might feel.

Her hand trembled against his and she saw the same feeling touch his eyes. Then he leaned forward and took her lips, softly. She laced her fingers through the waves of his hair, clinging, wishing there was a way to be closer.

As he cradled her head in his hands, pressed his lips to hers, explored her with a gentle tongue, she felt the elemental, unavoidable connection of a man and a woman. It went far beyond the feeble camaraderie that she had yearned for.

He broke the kiss, but neither could break the gaze.

‘We mustn’t,’ she whispered. Unnecessary, futile words. ‘Ever.’

‘I know.’ But his answer did not erase the desire in his eyes, and his hands still lingered in her hair…