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“I’m sorry about that.” She dabbed at his bare chest with a paper towel, her fingers brushing against his muscular flesh. “I meant to warn you that Amy was playing with that soda can before putting it in the fridge.”

“It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t okay to be feeling what she was feeling when she touched him.

Yet she didn’t seem to be able to step away. Not yet. Her hands remained poised on his warm skin, her fingers splayed. His heart beat beneath her open palm.

Her gaze lifted to his. Standing this close she saw a faint scar running along the right side of his jaw. “How did you get this?” She ran her fingertips along his skin, noting the seductive friction caused by the roughness of his morning’s growth of beard.

“I fell when I was sixteen. Hit my jaw on the edge of a table and needed stitches.”

“You must have fallen pretty hard.”

“A bad habit of mine,” he murmured huskily. “I don’t fall often, but when I do, I fall hard.”