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Damn, what was going on here? Ray’s brain demanded silently.

This was Holly, right?

He wasn’t sure anymore but even so, he was fairly certain that it really couldn’t be. This woman didn’t dress like Holly, didn’t act like Holly, and most of all, she didn’t taste the way he’d always assumed that Holly would taste if he ever thought to fleetingly sample her lips.

The Holly Johnson he knew would have smelled of soap and tasted like some kind of minty toothpaste. Holly was practical. Holly was grounded. By no stretch of the imagination was she some femme fatale who got his pulse running like the lead car in the Indianapolis 500 and his imagination all fired up—like this woman did.