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“I’ Cole refocus on the present, on the fact he stood on the USS Benja to finish what he and A the fulfillment of the proht “So if there’s so you want…”

He itched to reach out, to brush his fingers over her sleeked-back hair, to loosen the long silky strands froht bun at the base of her head He wanted to know if she’d thought of hi the time since they’d last seen each other, if she reether as friends, if she remembered the passion of their kisses

“I want to put the past behind us” He couldn’t have spoken truer words had he searched the Holy Scriptures

“Fine, you want to put the past behind us” Herirritation “But ould I want to do that? Why would I even care?”

Because not a day has gone by since I last saw you that you haven’t crossed ive hiiven hi

He’d done what he’d said he wouldn’t do, what she’d asked him not to do before she’d kicked him out of her dorm He’d come for her This time, he wouldn’t let her push his between them One way or another, they would deal with the chemistry between them

“We’re going to be working closely together for the next few months, Amelia”

Her upper lip rose in an almost snarl at his use of her first naht of her wasn’t going to be easy

“If we don’t co, it’ll affect our jobs,” he told her honestly, knowing they did have to co until they dealt with the past and appealing to her professionalism “Neither of us wants that”

“You’re the ship’s surgeon I’ical suite, and I’ll stay inhim with her hatred

Hatred he deserved in her eyes

“Our paths don’t have to meet often,” she continued “When they do, we’ll pretend we don’t see each other No big deal”

He raked his fingers through his hair He didn’t want to pretend he didn’t see her

He wanted to see her Lots of her All of her

Every delectable inch of her Right here Right now