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For a moment she didn’t know it was him. He was halfway through pulling off his shirt. “Oh!” Elaine put out her hands to protect herself and found them pressed against a broad, naked chest.

Calum pulled the shirt over his head. His skin was hot under her hands. His shoulders were broad, powerful and well proportioned. Seeing him in his businesslike dark suits, one would never have guessed that his body could be so beautiful.

“Elaine! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

She blinked and stepped back. “No. It was-it was my fault. Excuse me.” She hurriedly stepped past him and went on her way.