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“I’m helping you on with your damn coat,” he said between his teeth.

Daniel was slowly buttoning up every button on her stupid coat. Winning the battle. His knuckles brushed her breasts as he reached the middle button, and he heard the slightest intake of her breath. His finger froze.

It was probably a little twisted, getting turned on while you were wrestling with a woman for the dubious privilege of helping her on with her coat, but Grace McKenna had been giving him the strangest ideas since the day he met her.

He watched his own fingers slowly unfasten the buttons on her coat, then he slid his hands inside.

“Daniel?”

“Don’t say it’s a mistake,” he whispered thickly. “Please don’t say it’s a mistake.”

She pulled his head up to hers. “I won’t….”