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She didn’t set out to kiss him.

It was just … a kiss seemed a way to halt him in his tracks.

All she did was frame his face in her hands and press her lips against his for a couple of seconds. That was all it took for Maguire to go from manic energy machine to statue still.

With that first contact, her lips seemed to instantly recognize that Maguire was nothing like any man she’d ever known.

She’d felt so trapped these past two months, caged so tightly she couldn’t seem to free herself. Maguire had inserted himself in the role of her white knight—more like her kidnapper—but that wasn’t the man she found herself kissing.

It wasn’t a hero who kissed her back.

It was a man.