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She couldn’t meet his gaze, the memory of the humiliation she’d felt burning through her once again. “Forget about it. It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.” He moved his head to the side, then bent toward her, waiting until he’d caught her eye before he spoke again. “Indigo, it does. I’m not normally so unfriendly. You’ve just caught me at a bad time.”

She gave him a shaky smile, cocking her head and splaying out her hands on either side of her. “Okay, I accept your apology.”

There was relief in his eyes and something else. Her lips tingled as his gaze dropped to her mouth and her pulse rocketed.

He looked like he wanted to … kiss her.

The thought lit a fire inside her, burning through her veins and turning her nerve endings into a crackling mass of need.