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Molly’s head spun—not just because of the kiss she and Rico had shared but because of the words he’d spoken. The truth he’d forced her to acknowledge.

When she’d said there wasn’t any chemistry between them, she’d been lying to him—and to herself. But once their lips touched, their tongues met…

Kaboom.

There’d been no denying the rush of desire. No ignoring her wobbly knees, her racing pulse.

He opened the passenger door for her, and she slid inside the sleek black Corvette.

As he strode around the back of the car, she fingered her lips, touching where his mouth had been.