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Johanna didn’t kiss on a first date and this could hardly even be called that.

Some guy buying you ice cream out of gratitude for saving his kid’s life wasn’t a date, now was it?

Maybe she was reading too much into this.

Wasn’t it possible that Hunter was simply a toucher? You know, not touchy-feely in a bad kind of way, just…tactile. Who knew? Maybe he kissed everybody goodbye. For all she knew, he might have some French blood in his heritage. Then it wouldn’t be a first date kind of kiss, but just a social kind of thing. The French were always kissing each other.

Johanna angled her head to better meet Hunter’s kiss. She’d never been kissed by a Frenchman….