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Ever since she'd walked into the Knight family farmhouse and spotted Tobias in a sweater in the same midnight blue as his eyes, Carolyn had been existing in a feverish fog of desire. God, the way he looked at her, the way he moved across the room, all long legs and coiled tension. It went right to her head, even faster than the mulled wine. Here at home, surrounded by family and friends, he looked more relaxed, smiled more easily. His hair had grown out more since she'd seen him at Evergreen, and the extra length brought out the strong molding of his cheekbones and the dark sweep of his eyebrows.
He was no longer the Man in Black; now he was the man who made her heart light up.
And then he'd swept her behind the house and mentioned deep dark fantasies and her entire body was now melt
