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This couldn’t be happening.

She couldn’t really be kissing the chief of police.

No, it was real enough. She seemed hyper-aware of each of her senses. He tasted of cocoa and hot male and he smelled like laundry soap and starch and a very sexy aftershave with wood and musk notes. As she had expected, Trace Bowman kissed like a man who knew exactly how to cherish a woman, who would make sure she always felt safe and cared for in his arms. He explored her mouth as if he wanted to taste every millimeter of it and wouldn’t rest until he knew every single one of her secrets.