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She exhaled the breath she had been holding and slowly dragged in another breath. His unique scent, familiar after seven years, rushed over her. It hadn’t changed. Just like he hadn’t.

Her eyes fluttered, partially closing, and she stumbled slightly, unsteady and shaky.

Canton moved as though to steady her, his fingers barely making contact with her elbow.

That one touch, a barely there touch, really, was enough to make a thousand memories wash over her.

Her hand reached out to the slight stubble on his lean cheek, unknowingly making contact, and his hand covered hers. His jaw was rough with a few days worth of growth.

She remembered the feel of that roughness against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh...

His nostrils flared as she held his glance. His face lowered, as though to kiss her, and it snapped her out of her odd trance.

Embarrassed, Naomi recoiled as if he had struck her, her hand falling away from the near, telling contact.

A flood of heat flushed her cheeks. She glanced up to see his face had lost the temporary softening, and the unreadable expression was stamped across his handsome features again.