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They stayed like that for more than a minute.

Then his head lifted slightly and his eyelashes brushed against her forehead before he dropped a gentle kiss on her head. His other hand came up and rested at the back of her hair. ‘Thank you for coming with me today, Samantha.’

The words were stuck in her throat. Anything that came out right now would make her sound like a blundering idiot. This was crazy, but it felt special. She didn’t feel like a teenage fan girl any more. She certainly didn’t feel like his nurse. She felt something else entirely.

She stared down at their still intertwined hands. It was so much easier than looking up—if she did they’d be nose to nose, and she didn’t even want to guess as to what might happen next.

She sucked in a breath to steady her nerves and licked her oh-so-dry lips. ‘Any time, Mitchell.’