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Оглавление“Goodnight, Owen.” She started to leave.
He reached for her. “Wait.”
“What?”
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he tilted her toward the porch light. “You have some soot on your face.”
“Do I?” She dabbed at her cheeks, smearing rather than removing the soot.
“Here. Let me.”
He removed a kerchief from his coat pocket and gently wiped her face. While pretending to scrutinize his work, he studied her eyes, which never veered from his.
Molly might have trouble expressing her innermost feelings but they were clearly telegraphed in the tiny nuances of her expression. What Owen saw made his heart bounce wildly inside his chest. She didn’t entirely object to his touch. Even enjoyed it.
He took a leap, not caring about the consequences. “I’m going to kiss you, Molly.”
“You are?” she breathed.
“Unless you object.”
He waited for her to say she did. When one moment stretched into two, he dipped his head and brushed his lips slowly across hers.
