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Оглавление“Thanks for the coffee.”
“Anytime, Paul. I mean it.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned in as though he was going to kiss her forehead the way he had yesterday at the clinic. As he moved, she inexplicably tipped her head back and looked up at him. His lips made contact with hers. The kiss lasted a millisecond, brief but electrifying. They both pulled back, startled.
Paul was the first to find his voice. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“I only meant to—”
“I shouldn’t have—”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said.
Neither had she. Or maybe she had. That would certainly explain why right now she wanted to grab the front of his shirt, pull him close and kiss him again, for real. The mortifying thought made her face feel like it was on fire.
“It’s not a big deal,” she said. Liar.
