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Having Sam around was a distraction.

He didn’t look like the man who had battered her young heart—and a good portion of her soul—eight years ago when she’d been twenty, but he was the same type. That outrageous masculinity, the untamed don’t-give-a-damn look that sang to something wild and feminine and reckless in her. A part of herself she thought she’d long suppressed.

Panic started its heart-stopping, breath-stealing, muscle-tensing attack on her. She took in a deep breath that came out halfway to a sob.

“You okay?” Sam’s deep voice was warm with concern.

She pretended to cough. “F … Fine, thanks,” she said. “Just … just a tickle in my throat.”

She dropped her hand from his shoulder, stepped away so his hand fell from her waist.

And immediately felt bereft of his touch.