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219 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 12, 2013
Judith blinked, a shivery feeling moving through her. “Excuse me?”
“I said ask me nicely.”
“Or what?”
The hand on her hip moved, fingers pressing gently through the silk. “Or we continue to dance as long as I want.”
The shivery feeling intensified, the liquid heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. He’s moved even closer, so close they were almost touching. Judith forced herself to ignore the inconvenient physical feelings. Wow, was she that easy to read? Not liking the thought one little bit, she gave him another saccharine smile. “Hey, I’ve got no problem dancing with you. However, since you insist, please tell me your wonderful, special idea. Pretty please with sprinkles on top.”
Caleb’s grin was revoltingly self-satisfied, as if he knew exactly how discomfited she was by him. “Hmmm. I think that was a bit too nice. Less sprinkles and more smiles.”
Caleb, I swear to God—”
“Okay, okay. Keep your hair on, sweetheart.”
His attention flicked to the box. “Open it.”
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“Please.”
Judith let out a breath, went over to the reception desk, and picked up the box. Probably jewelry. Probably the kind of sparkle his TV bimbos would like. Something generic that he usually gave to—
Her heart gave a little jump as she opened the box.
Nestled in black velvet was a pendant, a small bird crafted out of platinum, New Zealand’s native fantail. Its wings were spread, distinctive tail of feathers spread out in a graceful arc, a tiny sapphire for an eye.
A lump rose in her throat. Because she knew this necklace. Had seen it in her favorite clothing shop and had lusted after it for months, but it had been far too expensive. How had he known? She tried to swallow. “Why this?”
He hesitated. “It reminded me of that bluebird necklace I got you for your thirteenth birthday.”
She remembered too. The thirteenth birthday Joseph had forgotten, and so had her father. Caleb hadn’t. And that bluebird necklace had been the start of her crush on him. She’d worn it constantly for years afterward and still kept it in her jewelry box.
He hadn’t just bought her some random bit of bling. He’d thought about it. Thought about her. Like he’d used to.
Sure, Caleb was hot. If you liked tall, muscle-bound beefcakes with eyes you could lose yourself in. The kind of smile that made you lose your mind as well as your panties. The magnetic, sexy bad-boy charm that promised all sorts of naughtiness.
Perhaps this was a mistake. Perhaps this was going to be too much for both of them. But if so, it was too late. Because right about now the flammable mixture of memory and chemistry was going to blow up in his face.



