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Cheska’s mind was a blank.

“The kiss,” Lawson said, walking toward her.

“Kiss?” Cheska queried.

“You know the saying ‘kiss and make up?” Lawson bent over her. “We’ve done the making up part, so…?”

“Funny you should mention it,” she said. “I was just thinking the same thing myself.”

Lawson straightened a little, his eyes suddenly watchful. “You were?”