Aubrey got the impression they were no longer talking about
painting. “You must be a renegade, Cash Dalton.”
He held her gaze, his eyes so blue, they reminded her of
Mill Lake in summertime. “Maybe, how ’bout you?” And then his eyes slid over
her in a way that wasn’t altogether respectable.
“Me? Uh…I’m pretty conventional.”
“There’s nothing about you a man would call conventional.”
He stepped in front of her and flicked a piece of tape off her shirt.
She lifted her face to his, hoping she wasn’t misreading
what was going on here. “Should I take that as a compliment?” Are you
making a move on me?
“Damn straight it’s a compliment.” His lips twitched and he
tilted his head down close enough that she felt his warm breath on her cheeks.
“You know, I nearly kissed you the other day? How weird would it be if I kissed
She chewed her bottom lip. “Probably pretty weird.” But she
didn’t move away.
His lips hovered barely an inch from her mouth. “Should we
try it? What’s the worst that can happen?”
It was just a kiss, she argued with herself, trying to
dismiss all the reasons it was insane, starting with the fact that she’d just
broken her engagement to another man. Her head told her to back away, but her
mouth said, “I don’t see how it could hurt.”
And then, just like that, he covered her mouth with his,
tasting her lips until the kiss grew deeper…
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