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Deseré nodded, acknowledging without replying except in the hope and gratitude her eyes reflected, making him feel like some kind of superhero.

He held the door open for her, giving it a good jerk behind him to make sure it had locked when it closed. She was a couple of paces in front of him, and as Jordan followed Deseré out to his truck he tried to look anywhere but at her sassy bottom.

But he failed.

Don’t think about her. Don’t think about that kiss. Don’t think about wanting to do it again. Don’t think.

Yeah, but not thinking would not be a good thing. That would mean he’d let his body take over, and frankly that would be a mistake.

Because he wanted her. And she wanted him. But there were too many reasons why that would be a bad thing—starting with the fact Deseré worked for him, ending with the fact he was not in the right place in his head for a relationship, and with a multitude of other reasons in between.

Not thinking, he reached for her elbow to help her in. A thrill went through him so strongly it made him shake in his boots.