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Slowly Evan bent his head, oblivious to her sharply indrawn breath and the frightened widening of her blue eyes. His mouth touched hers very softly, as lightly as the drift of an autumn leaf falling to the ground. It touched, pressed, lingered for barely a moment, and then, just as Catherine felt herself respond helplessly, he broke the tiny erotic contact with brutal suddenness, lifting his dark head sharply and taking a step backward, away from her.

“You see, Cat, he would never be able to do this and walk away. But I can…”