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‘No,’ she said, her chin up and her eyes glinting in the soft, low light of the hall. ‘You show up in the early hours of New Year’s Day, make a big deal about wanting to talk, and then suddenly you don’t want to talk? You’re making me worried and I won’t let you leave when you’re in this sort of state. So, come on—what gives?’

Now, clearly, was the time to march forward, physically lift her aside and make his escape, thought Kit, with the one brain cell that was still functioning rationally.

But that would mean being near her, laying his hands on her, he reasoned with the part of his brain that was addled with lust. And once that happened he wouldn’t be lifting her out of the way but pulling her close, backing her up against the door and divesting her of her clothing.

Shoving his hands through his hair, he cursed whatever madness had made him think that seeking out his ex-wife had been a good idea.