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Оглавление“I know all about you. I know how you think getting a woman into bed should be an Olympic sport.”
“I’ve never said that.”
“There’s no need to—your actions speak loudly enough.”
“You shouldn’t believe everything you read.”
“Or everything you hear.” She folded her arms, wanting to look unmoved, although she was feeling so many emotions, she could hardly keep still. “Why did you lie?”
“I wanted to make you stop crying.”
Hannah paused, hating how he was a constant surprise to her. “I don’t believe you.”
He shrugged. “It’s the truth. Did the contractor give you a good estimate?”
“No.”
“Oh. Look, a friend owes me a favor. I can get your parents’ house fixed so they’ll get insured.”
Hannah held up her hand and shook her head. “I don’t need your help—you’re the one who needs mine.”
Amal shrugged and leaned against her desk. “I don’t see why you’re so upset. It was a harmless diversion.” He continued before she could reply. “Did I try to get your number or address?”
“No.”
He folded his arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t have to resort to Plan B.”
“Plan B?”
“Yes.” He came around the desk and lifted her to her feet. “I was going to kiss you.” And then he did just that. She expected to be repelled, alarmed, violated, but instead the touch of his lips on hers was like coming home. Like the sweet smell of cinnamon pancakes on a Sunday morning, or the sound of a crackling fire on a still winter’s night. He felt safe, secure, right.
