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Court seemed to drag on forever the next morning until at last Will O’Malley’s name was called. A pleasant warmth suffused Becky when she glanced up to find him standing in front of her.

Devastating, was the only word that could describe how he looked and his effect on her peace of mind. He’d trimmed his hair and was wearing…a tie. A neatly pressed navy-blue shirt molded to his broad chest and muscled arms. The dark shirt accentuated his tanned face. Becky swallowed. He looked…magnificent. And masculine. And unbelievably sexy. If Will O’Malley asked her out now, she wasn’t sure of her resolve to turn him down.

She’d spent a good part of the night remembering how wonderful his arms had felt around her. And then been preoccupied thinking of those strong arms at breakfast and had burned the toast—twice.

Get a grip! she lectured herself sternly. This guy is a rogue and a heartbreaker and you don’t want that.