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Every tiny hair on her body stood erect as his warm breath caressed her senses. She had no way of seeing the expression on his face. At the moment her eyes were level with the third button down on his shirt. Was he talking about the water rights…the sale of her property? Or something else…something on a far more personal level? That possibility made her shake her head emphatically as she struggled to remain immune to the very masculine heat coming from him. It was a heat with very different properties to the scorching midday sun. It was a heat that beat at her sense with unrelenting purpose….

“Would you like to?” he growled, so close to her ear that she shivered involuntarily. And then, as if he had received the answer he was looking for, he laughed as if it was indeed just a game to him and let her go.