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"Why did you come back, Brody?"
"What? Your lucky penny?" Mallory asked sarcastically.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth. He watched her steadily, the hint of a smile hovering at the corners of his mouth. "Then what?"
Brody sauntered over, never lifting his gaze from hers. "This." He framed her face with his hands, and she felt herself flushing as his touch sparked a response. He slowly bent forward, his gaze still locked on hers, and she vibrated with anticipation.
He's going to kiss me, she thought, surprised by her own lack of panic. And this time I'm not scared. I'm not scared of Brody at all. I want him to kiss me. I want to kiss him back.