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Placing the star on the top of the ladder, she took the hanger from his hand and reached up to paste it to the wall.

But, even stretching as far as she could stretch, she couldn’t reach the spot she wanted. So she took another step up, to get closer to the tree, and tried again. The ladder shimmied but she took another step up. This time it downright shook. Before she could catch her balance she fell backward.

Luckily Chance caught her. Their gazes met and they both burst out laughing. But within seconds their laughter faded. His arms were wrapped around her. Her arms had looped around his neck automatically, instinctively, because she didn’t want to fall. But it felt so right to be in his arms and to have her arms around him that she didn’t want to pull them back.

His head began to descend. Slowly. From the flash of heat that came to his eyes she knew he intended to kiss her. By the time she told herself to pull away his lips had touched hers. Softly. Sweetly.

The brush of his lips was a balm to her hurting, weary soul. The well of emptiness inside her began to fill, and instead of jerking back she answered him. Her lips pressed against his every bit as softly, every bit as sweetly, as if experimenting. It had been a long time since she’d intentionally kissed a man. Though she’d expected it to feel odd, it was as natural as breathing.