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A corner of her htly bitchy?”

He smiled back “Not bitchy Moreunabashed”

She snorted “Just how every woaze sharpened “A man she what?”

Heather froze, as every sord in the book ran through her head at warp speed

“Nothing I don’t know,” she said, dropping her fork onto her plate and carrying it to her sink even though she hadn’t finished her pie Didn’t one

Josh followed her, his own plate in hand, although his was empty He set it beside hers on the counter, and when Heather tried to move away to putone hand on the counter so that she couldn’thiht now

“A man you what, 4C?”

She shook her head “I don’t know”

“Yes you do”

She lifted her chin and met his eyes “I really don’t Really I don’t knohat I was going to say”

It was true Even now she wasn’t sure ord her brain was trying to coh the sentence had come from the deep, forbidden part of herself that she kept on lockdown

“Take a guess,” he said, coh for her to feel his body warold of his five o’clock shadow

“You’re not the only one who thinks sos are better left unsaid, Josh”

His eyes narrowed just slightly “No?”

She shook her head and took a step backward so she could move around hi his hand to the countertop so that she was good and truly caged by his arood arms

Even beneath his dress shirt she could see the curve of the biceps, see the way the fabric stretched across his chest and shoulder Her eyes dropped to where the top button lay open, just enough to perfectly fralimpse of the smooth skin beneath

And suddenly Heather knew exactly ord her subconscious had been trying to say:

Want

This was a man she wanted

Rather desperately