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And then Shayna knocked over her glass of cider.

She pulled away, panting, and stared at the spilled liquid. Then she looked up at Marco. “Wow, that was close,” she said, and he laughed. Giving him a look, she went to the kitchen to get a cleaning rag. He watched her with regret, but he knew better than to try to resume the activity.

Meanwhile, he poured her a fresh glass of cider.

“Shayna, you’ve been quite wonderful to me,” he said. “You didn’t have to be so accommodating this second time around. As I understand it, the first time ended in acrimony. So I want you to know I appreciate the way you’ve tried to help me this time.”

She caught her breath and glanced away, feeling a little guilty. After all, she had her motives that he knew nothing about. It wasn’t as though she’d done it all out of the goodness of her heart.

“Why not?” she said lightly. “We’d been pretty friendly the first time, for the most part.”

He nodded, looking at her searchingly. “We did seem to spend a lot of time together, you and I.”

She nodded. “We did.”

He gazed at her for a long moment, then reached out and took a handful of her hair, letting his fingers sift through the shiny strands. “We did some kissing.”

She drew in her breath. Where was he going with this? “Yes,” she admitted. “Yes we did.”

“And?”

She blinked at him. “And what?”

His shrug managed to be incredibly sensual, but she supposed that was the Italian in him.

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