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Rob took her hand in his. Julia inhaled sharply at the touch of his warm skin, but did not pull out of his grasp.

“Ahh,” he murmured as he caressed the back of her hand. “I see that they are still cold. I will remedy the situation.”

He gently released her, then he reached inside his coat and withdrew a small package.

She quickly untied the ribbon and pulled away the paper. “Gloves!” she exclaimed, fondling the thick fleece-lined suede.

“But these are quite expensive,” she whispered. “It would be wicked of me to accept them.”

“It would be very wicked of you to reject them,” he murmured.

His seductive voice sent a delicious chill down her spine.

“True, Major,” she replied, pulling on the gloves with satisfaction. “I do try to avoid wickedness whenever possible.”