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Paris lifted a hand to touch his face gently. Will froze, then raised a cynical eyebrow. “For old times’ sake?”

“No.” She shook her head. “For now. For the me I am now.”

For a long moment Will didn’t move and she thought that he was going to deny her, but his grip tightened on her arm and he drew her slowly toward him, his eyes holding hers. He lowered his head to hers, touched her lips with his mouth. For an instant it was as if time had stood still and he was kissing her for the very first time all over again.