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Jane could not maintain her animosity. She found herself smiling back at him.

“Oh, do stop acting the fool, Harry. If you are referring to your behavior when I broke off our engagement, then of course I forgive you. It was a long time ago and we have both grown up since then.”

“So we can be friends again?”

“We can be friends.”

“Thank you.” He bent and brushed his lips lightly against her cheek.

It was only a featherlight pressure, but it sent a surge of heat flowing right through her to her very toes. Her breath came out in a gasp and her hands rose and then fell uselessly to her sides. She stepped back from him, away from whatever it was that held her in thrall.