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She smelled as good as he remembered.

Sierra raised her arms, hesitated, then slid them around his neck, returning his hug.

Yes, nice. Really nice.

Wait, no. Clay reminded himself this was a friendly hug between two people whose only concern was the well-being of their son.

His body had other ideas, as did his hands, which skimmed her back over the material of her too bulky, too thick sweater.

He couldn’t stop himself. Her curves were too perfect, her scent too intoxicating, her skin like satin.

Her skin?

When had his hand moved to caress her cheek?

“Tell me no.” He bent his head, his lips seeking hers.

She didn’t. She couldn’t, not with him kissing her.