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Amy’s brown eyes were so anxious, despite the calm she appeared to radiate.

“Here. My turn to cuddle Hope and keep her happy for a bit,” Josh said.

And that was definitely gratitude in her eyes as she handed the baby over.

Her hands brushed against his as they transferred the baby between them, and a frisson of desire flickered down his spine.

Inappropriate. Amy was his neighbor, and he was helping out with a tricky situation. That was it, he reminded himself. He wasn’t going to hit on her and he wasn’t going to let himself wonder how soft her hair was or how her skin would feel against his.

“Can I get you a drink?” she asked.

“A glass of wine would be lovely right now,” he admitted. And it might distract him from all the ridiculous thoughts flickering through his head. Thoughts about how Amy’s mouth was a perfect Cupid’s bow and what it would feel like if he kissed her.