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“You’re a good man. You’ve always been a...”

Carter stopped her by lowering his head to stare at the floor. For one life-changing moment he considered what he was about to do, and then he cast aside his doubts. Her eyes met his, moist and bright, and he pressed his lips to hers. The years separating them melted away as he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. The contact seemed to last for a blissful eternity and yet was over in an instant.

He dropped his hands, backed away. He felt her breath on his mouth, still warm from their kiss.

“Oh, Carter...” she whispered. She splayed her palm against his chest, her lips parted. He was certain she could feel the racing of his heart.

He blinked hard, swallowed. “This is crazy, Miranda. We can’t do this.”