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“That was cheating,” she said, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. It was such a small kiss, really, not one that should shoot desire through her like a bolt, but it had—right to her toes.

“I suppose I should have warned you first,” he said without even a hint of apology in his tone.

She gulped. “Yes, that would have been nice.”

He looked down at her, his gray eyes intense with an expression she could hardly read. “Miss Amelia, I’m going to kiss you.”

A little thrill went through her, and she lifted her chin. “All right.”

And he did, bringing his mouth against hers, a slow, wonderful kiss that made her knees instantly weak. Carson’s kisses had been full of blatant lust, but Boone’s was more like warm, dark chocolate spreading slowly through her. Delicious, and beyond divine…