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“But—” Kat’s protest died when the woman took the Devil’s cake from the counter and started to box it up. She didn’t like feeling indebted to him, and he’d already made her feel off balance with his kisses.
“Consider it a thank-you.” He laughed.
“For what?” Her tone was a breathless as she watched his dark hair fall into his eyes. Her hands twitched to brush it back from his face, to touch him back the way he’d so boldly touched her earlier. Everything about this man drew her in—his face, his eyes, his rich voice speaking of kisses and passion.
“You surprised me tonight. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, and she saw the hint of stubble there and remembered the way it had tickled her when she’d kissed him.
I surprised myself, kissing
