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Samantha gave Jarrett a cool smile. “Well, it was nice to see you again, Mr. Corliss, but I have to get back to my office.”
ОглавлениеShe turned away, looking for the nearest exit, anxious to put distance between her and this too compelling man. He stepped close and stopped her, encircling her wrist lightly with calloused fingers.
“Not so fast. We’re just getting warmed up here.”
“The inning is over, Mr. Corliss. It’s time for you to go back to the bench.”
“Come on, Sammy, I haven’t even had a chance to throw one yet. Have dinner with me tonight.”
The question surprised her. The impulse to say yes surprised her even more. “Strike one, Mr. Corliss.”
“Didn’t I just put one right over the plate?”
“Sorry, no. That one was wild.”
“Tomorrow night, then.”
“No. Thank you, Mr. Corliss, but no.”
She tugged away from him, but he let her get only half-free. He ran a finger down her cheek and over her chin. The touch was so electric that Samantha’s hand tightened around his. All her good intentions vanished.
