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His eyes speared to hers as he straightened too, rocked back on his heels. ‘You thought I knew about Jesse?’

‘Yes, I did.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘Are you suggesting that I am ashamed of my son?’

‘I wouldn’t dream of making such an accusation,’ he snapped.

‘Then what’s the big deal, Simon?’

But she knew what the big deal was. She and this man had forged a connection from the moment they’d swapped day-from-hell stories. The thought of her with another man infuriated him. Just like the thought of him with another woman curved her fingers into claws.

It made no sense. It couldn’t go anywhere, but it existed.

He seized her wrist, brought his face close to hers and slugged her with a super-duper dose of his scent. She wanted to swoon.

‘If I’d known you were a mother I would never—’

He broke off, released her wrist.

‘What?’ she challenged, glancing around to make sure their exchange hadn’t given rise to any curious glances. She rubbed at her wrist, wanting to rid it of the betraying jump of desire. ‘You wouldn’t have kissed me?’

‘No. I wouldn’t have.’