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Sophie expelled a little sigh that seemed to be one of relief. “So you’re not finding it hard to be around me?” she asked.

Sawyer had to repeat that to himself. “Hard?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “If I were any other woman, you could kiss me now and not worry about whether I’d scream or tremble or push you away.”

Her candor made him grin. “Actually, I get a lot of that anyway.”

She elbowed him in the arm. He loved the way she did that. “You do not. I hear that women love you. So do children.”

He pushed at the car door, thinking he couldn’t take too much more of this. She was studying him with a sweet look that was still mildly wary, for all her speculation on how she’d react if he kissed her.

“I have to go,” he said quickly. He got out of her car and walked around to his, only to find her standing in front of his door.

Her mind was replaying bright images of Sawyer holding her in the office, memories of how it felt when a man’s muscles were used to comfort rather than hurt.

“Sophie…” he warned.