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Оглавление“Um … would you like to take some pie with you? Can’t eat it all, would hate to throw it out.”
Matt smiled. A soft smile, barely visible through the scruff. Kelly duly—but not dully—considered that scruff, about how sensitive her skin was, and her heart started banging so hard she nearly passed out—
“Can’t have that, God knows.”
What? Oh. “No,” she said. “Can’t have that.” Goodness gracious, her sternum was going to hurt like hell in the morning. “Well. Okay. Let me get that packed up for you …”
Kelly turned toward the kitchen, letting out a little gasp when she found herself somehow cradled to his chest.
Oh, she thought, smelling him, wanting to inhale him as she listened to his lovely strong heartbeat and soaked up how amazing those arms felt folded around her. She nearly cried, it felt so good and it had been so long, and heck, yeah, she missed this.
“Your call,” he said, and Kelly did flinch.
“Wh-what?”
“Whether I go or stay.” He smiled. “It’s up to you.”
Jersey Boys: Born … raised … and ready.
