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I Can Still Feel You Chapter One | page 1 | page 2 | page 3 | excerpts
Macy winked and aimed her smile at the camera. For the first time, Cade fastened his gaze on her, and once he did, he simply couldn’t look away. Time seemed to slow. The people around him seemed to fade and the air around him grew thick. He had to remind himself to breathe. It was the same reaction he’d had on the day she’d first walked into his office. She looked just the same as the picture he’d carried in his mind for the past two months—tiny, blond, and radiating as much energy as Disney’s Tinkerbell. Experimentally, he shifted his gaze to her hands and studied her precise, movements as she used her fingers to crumbled butter into a bowl of flour. That’s all it took for him to recall just how those slender strong hands had felt moving over his skin. His own hands itched to touch her again. His gaze shifted of its own accord to her mouth, and desire clawed its way into his center. He drew in another breath and released it. Okay. Nothing had changed. Staying away from her hadn’t gotten her out of his system, so what was he going to do? Certainly not what he’d done two months ago when he’d let his adolescent hormones rule. He hadn’t even managed to keep his professional distance for twelve hours. And once he’d given into the temptation to kiss her, he simply hadn’t been able to stop. The first time they’d made love had been in the back seat of his SUV. It had been crazy and fabulous. And once he’d been able to think more clearly—terrifying. She wasn’t even his type. She was barely five one and slight. He knew for a fact that the counter she was working at had been built to accommodate her diminutive size. In the glare of lights, her hair was caught between red and gold, and she wore it nearly as short as a boy’s with spiky bangs across her forehead. For practical reasons, she’d explained to him. She had no time to fuss. In Cade’s opinion, there wasn’t any need to fuss. She had a natural prettiness—if you liked petite blond cheerleader types. Problem was—he never had. He preferred long hair on a woman and he’d always leaned toward taller, leggier, and more amply proportioned brunettes. In his experience, blondes were very high maintenance, and in his line of work, he didn’t have time for high maintenance. Women had always occupied a peripheral place in his life, the only exceptions being his mother and two sisters. Once again, Macy looked into the camera, and Cade could have sworn directly at him. The punch he felt low in his gut was powerful and in that instant he wanted her mindlessly. It wasn’t until she broke the connection that he remembered to breathe. Okay. To borrow a phrase from Yogi Berra, it was going to be déjà vu all over again. And he simply couldn’t let that happen. Too much was at stake. Macy’s life could be at stake. |
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