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Sophie knew the hug was a mistake as soon as she’d done it.

She could smell the citrussy scent of his shower gel and feel the steady thud of his heart against her. And the surge of sheer attraction, tempting her to jam her mouth over his and let him lose himself in her, forget his pain for a while…

This was insane.

It had to stop.

Now.

She dropped her hands and pulled away. ‘Sorry. I overstepped the boundaries. I just thought you could do with a hug.’

‘I could. Thank you,’ he said.

‘I...um...I’d better get going.’

‘Thank you for today,’ he said. ‘For everything you’ve done. I appreciate it.’

‘No problem. I’ll see you Monday.’

Panic skittered across his face. ‘Sophie, I know it’s pushy of me to ask, but... I don’t have a clue what to do with Sienna tomorrow. There’s only so much story-telling and colouring we can do in a day.’

‘You could always do something messy,’ she suggested. He looked horrified.

He looked horrified.

She frowned. ‘Didn’t you do that sort of thing as a kid?’

‘No. My mother didn’t like mess.’ Her thoughts must have shown on her face, because he said, ‘There’s nothing wrong with liking a tidy house.’

‘And there’s nothing wrong with a bit of mess, either,’ she said. ‘It doesn’t take that long to clear up.’

She left without finishing her coffee, and before she did anything really crazy—like sliding her arms round his neck and kissing him stupid.