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When was the last time he’d impulsively kissed a woman? This had been thoroughly spontaneous, and he was glad. If he’d stopped to think first, he might not have done it.

Adam cleared his throat. “I’ll round up my kids.”

Brenna nodded, bemused.

Neither of them said anything else, but when he got to the back door, he couldn’t resist looking over his shoulder at her. She remained in the same spot, motionless. Except that she’d pressed her fingers to her lips.

As he stepped through the door, a whisper of sound followed him.

He thought it might have been wow.