Just like the first time, the very first time, something inside her leaped. It wasn’t her style, it wasn’t her way, but there were times, she thought, you just went with the moment. She strode right up to him, gripped the front of his coat in her fists and took his mouth with hers. Strong and hot and real. He drew her in. He always drew her in. So they stood, drenched in the heat of the kiss while the cold blew around them, and New York’s irritable traffic bitched and complained. “There she is,” he murmured. “Yeah, here I am.” She drew back. “You’ve got a great mouth, ace. I happen to know
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