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Before Maggie Carr could utter a word, he had spun her around to face the mirror. She watched in shocked silence as Luke Fabrizzi eased his fingers through her hair to separate the strands.

“That’s better.” His voice grated and the rawness it held simply added to the tension that had been building.

“Better?” she repeated, her own voice sounding unnaturally husky.

“Uh-huh.” His hands fell to her shoulders and she trembled when she felt their warmth on her skin. “Better, but not quite perfect…. Not yet…. ”

He turned her around to face him and she knew he was going to kiss her. There was a moment, one tiny, fragile particle of time, when she almost resisted, and then his mouth found hers….