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Knowing that she couldn’t keep her eyes shut for ever, she took a deep breath and slowly turned around. He was leaning against the stone pillar directly behind her, those dark eyes cool. His lower jaw was covered in golden stubble and his mouth was knifeblade-thin.

That hadn’t changed.

A lot else had. She squinted… Tall, blond, built. Broad shoulders, slim hips and long, long legs. He was a big slab of muscled male flesh. When his mouth pulled up ever so slightly at the corners she felt a slow, seductive throb deep in her womb… Oh, dear. Was that lust?

Seb stopped in front of her and jammed his hands into the pockets of very nicely fitting jeans.

‘Brat.’

His voice rumbled over her, prickling her skin.

Yep, there was the snotty devil she remembered, under that luscious masculine body that looked, and—oh, my—smelled so good. It was in those deep eyes, in the vibration of his voice. The shallow dimple in his right cheek. The grown-up version of the studious, serious boy who had either tolerated, tormented or loathed her at different stages of her life. Always irritating.

‘I have a name, Seb.’

He had the audacity to grin at her. ‘Yeah, but you know I prefer mine.’