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Izar shouldn’t have engaged with her. He shouldn’t have listened to a word she said—because how could it matter? And who cared if the woman who was still his duty had gone and transformed herself into the physical manifestation of his deepest desires?

That he had noticed at all was appalling. But in that moment, Izar did more than notice. He let his eyes drift down to Liliana’s lips and linger there.

“Oh…” she said softly, and the sound was ripe with too many meanings.

Revelation and understanding. Something like wonder. A touch of daring besides. And it poured through him, molten-hot and impossible to resist.

“Honey, not vinegar. I should have realized. The great and terrible Izar Agustin only acts tough.”

She threw herself forward and into him, catching herself with her palms flat against his chest even as his hands came up to grip her upper arms. Automatically, he told himself. To push her away, he told himself but he didn’t.

Her skin was every bit as smooth to the touch as he’d tried not to imagine. The contact was like fire, surging through him, making him insane enough to understand that he was hot and hard and unwilling to do a damn thing to change it.

And then Liliana surged up on her toes and pressed her lips to his.