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"Surely I don't scare you? Not a strong woman like you." He stroked her arm through the thin linen of her jacket. She swallowed hard. Damn it. Damn men in general. No way was she letting another one run her off.
"No, you don't scare me," she said, pleased her voice sounded so even and calm in spite of the fact her insides were jumping like firecrackers.
"I'm glad to hear that. But it's your eyes that give you away, babe. I look in them and know I make you nervous. You'd like me to be on my best behavior, wouldn't you?"
"Somehow," she murmured, having trouble breathing again, "I doubt you're ever on your best behavior, Mr. Knight."
A smile twitched on his full, sensuous lips, and the heat of his hand on her arm scorched her. "I suppose that depends on what you consider my best," he said in a husky whisper just a second before his mouth lowered onto hers.