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His eyes glimmered. ‘You still hover on the brink between exasperation and caring for me, don’t you? Go on, admit it.’

‘I won’t. You’re a pain in the neck, Connor. You always have been and you’ll probably stay that way for ever.’

He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her to him. ‘But despite all that you do care for me just a teensy bit, don’t you?’

‘I’m not admitting to anything. You drive me to distraction.’

‘I’ll settle for that,’ he murmured. ‘For the time being at least. Distracted is good. I like distracted.’

Slowly he lowered his head, until his cheek was just a breath away from hers, and then, before Phoebe had time to realise what he was about, he was kissing her softly, tenderly, his lips brushing hers and exploring the curving line of her mouth.

The kiss was like a lick of flame gliding along her nerve-endings. Heat built up in her, engulfing her, taking her over, so that she could think of nothing but the sheer ecstasy of that moment. Everything went out of her head.

Phoebe drew back from Connor, looking at him with bemusement in her eyes.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know.’ She was floundering, her nervous system firing off sparks as though he had inadvertently lit a fuse in her.

He smiled. ‘Shall I kiss you again and see if things come any clearer?’