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Mari’s threat didn’t stop Bryce. It was the sight of her hazel eyes, awash with tears, that froze him in his tracks.

Were the tears a ruse, or evidence of her compassion?

He didn’t know, but an impulse he couldn’t control propelled him forward, arms open. Wrapping them around her, he pulled her close. A flood of images flashed through his mind. Caught off guard, he did his best to ignore the unwanted memories. He struggled to keep his head clear. Where had his objectivity gone? She was a suspect and he was here to question her, not to hold her in his arms.

His silent lecture wasn’t taking hold.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.

His voice jerked her head up. Her eyes met his, and his mouth went dry. A giant fist squeezed the breath from his lungs. Neither of them moved, neither blinked.

And he tried to remember why kissing her would be a very, very bad idea.