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He leaned closer and she moved backward until her back was against the wall. He placed one hand on the wall by her head and half caged her with his body.

“You look delicious.”

She made a dismissive noise. Knowing she wanted to test the kitchen, she’d thrown on a V-neck T-shirt and put her hair in a ponytail. “I look like a farmhand.”

His eyes dipped into the V of her shirt, making her breathing increase slightly. He hadn’t even touched her, yet her body was screaming for him. His knowing gaze came up to hers.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“I’d leave.”

He frowned. “Really? I don’t think so.”

“I thought we were going to cultivate our working relationship.”

“We are.” His lips moved closer and their breaths mingled.

“I thought we were going to forget what happened.”

His fingertip ran down her arm. “Can you forget, angel? Because I’m having a hard time.”

She shivered, not sure when the name had gone from an annoyance to an endearment she craved hearing.