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Brooke laughed, unable to believe her ears. Had the Matt Cutter just proposed? Stunned, she shook her head to clear the cobwebs. She started walking to her car. “Goodbye, Mr. Cutter.”

“Wait!” He fell into step with her.

She felt a magnetic pull toward him, as if he were reeling her in. Her skin tightened with awareness and a raw need she didn’t recognize.

She couldn’t give the logical answer that had lodged in her throat. She could only stare up at him. She noted the stern set of his jaw, his generous lower lip that made her want to rise up on tiptoe and kiss him.

She got into her car. He closed the door and rested his hands along the base of the open window. Leaning down, he gave her a grin that made her stomach do somersaults.

“Think about it.”