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There was no way to read his tone or his mood. But his eyes—now, those occasionally told a tale.

Blanking her expression, she turned. And immediately wanted to sigh. He had such a devastating half grin.

The touch of his fingers and thumb on her chin cautioned her to put some distance between them—as she should have done six weeks ago.

Was his mouth moving closer? Being around him, she let curiosity chase away good sense. She ran her own finger down the side of his throat to the shadowy hollow at the base. “Pulse rate’s up a little, Rogan.”

The man was gorgeous in a dark and dangerous way. Eyes that could weave a spell with a look, great hands, even better mouth…

She’d let herself fall under his spell at the safe house and again after the funeral. So why, with two mistakes to her credit, couldn’t she walk away and be done with him?