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Slowly she opened her eyes, and he was there, in the soft shadows of the room. He was bending over her and the child, close enough for her to inhale the scent of soap and freshness that clung to him.

“How is he?” Zane whispered.

“Sound asleep.”

“It’s a miracle,” he said, and smiled at her. That was seductive, too, almost as seductive as his soft “Thanks to you.”

She had to get out of there. She was off balance, and wasn’t at all sure how to regain her balance with Zane. She was shaking just thinking about how much she wanted him to kiss her. A man who had the power to destroy every dream she had for the day-care center.