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No, it sounded like an invitation. And maybe it was. Cassie didn’t know. Didn’t know anything, really—except that this man had stirred something in her that had long been dormant. Which was equal parts thrilling and scary. Actually, it was scary as hell.

Before she could breathe again Jack was in front of her, all six feet plus of impressiveness, his scent of heat and man filling her nostrils. His hard body … there. The open-necked shirt revealing just a little of a tanned chest that she suddenly wanted to touch, his smile now almost blossoming.

The street seemed to fade out a little as her vision narrowed to just him. His hand was on her cheek, the lightness of his touch making her heart stutter. The intensity in his eyes caused her abdomen to contract with a need she hadn’t expected.

This was utter crazyville. A choc chip short of a cookie. How could she want to slap him and kiss him at the same time? He was pompous and a giant pain in the neck … and she wanted to kiss him.

No. No. No.

Yes.