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She followed so close that when he stopped, she walked right into him.

Tom righted her, his hands clasping her arms and automatically pulling her toward him. Heather looked up expectantly, and before he could stop himself—not that he wanted to—his lips were on hers.

Her lips were soft and warm, pliant and giving at the same time. He wanted her closer, but that wasn’t even possible. Her arms wound around his neck. In the car, she’d smelled like strawberries. Right now, though, she smelled like the outdoors, crisp October leaves with maybe a hint of rain.

Yes, rain had a scent, and it made him feel more alive than he had in years.