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his time until he had me cornered in the kitchen. There was only one way in or out of the room, and he was standing in the doorway blocking it.
    “ So, what’s going on?” he demanded.
    “ Nothing,” I replied a little too quickly and cringed at my own guilt.
    “ Nothing?” he answered with a reproving tone.
    I didn’t reply.
    He leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms. I knew he did it deliberately to make his arm muscle bulge beneath his clingy t-shirt. He grinned at me with a twinkle in his blue eyes. He was only a friend, but when he would produce that crooked grin… My face was a dead giveaway for my feelings! I spun around and started digging through the cupboard to hide my blush.
    “ What’s this?” he asked.
    I glanced his way and frowned. I’d left the newly found picture clipped on the fridge.
    “ Um, just a picture I came across while cleaning.”
    “ You found it in the drawers?”
    I blinked.
    He flipped it over and read the note on the back.
    “ It’s nothing important,” I said.
    He nodded and then added. “If it’s nothing important, then why’s there a note on the back?”
    I was trying to ignore him as I moved to the pantry in the corner and began clanking cans and boxes around. It took him three steps to cross the kitchen floor and trap me in the pantry. I didn’t turn around. I could feel him behind me, blocking the exit, while he stood in the doorway. I knew at some point I was going to have to turn and face him, and he would probably get the information he wanted. I wasn’t good at lying to him.
    Slowly turning, I realized that he had leaned down and his face was only inches from mine. I jumped. He laughed. Angry at his reaction, I pushed at his rock-hard biceps. They didn’t budge. I sighed and flashed him an exasperated expression, while I made an effort to duck under his arm. This time, he caught me by my arms and twisted me around to face him again. Two steps and he had me pinned against the kitchen wall, his musky scent inching dangerously close. I kept my gaze locked on the floor. He moved his hand off one of my arms and cupped his fingers under my chin, gently pulling my face up to meet his eyes. I closed mine, fearful of what I would expose. He patiently waited for me to open them as he kept hold of my chin. I could sense he was smiling. He knew he would get it out of me.
    Slowly lifting my eyes to meet his stare, it was just as I thought. He had the biggest grin plastered over his face. He knew that he had won. My gaze wandered from his blonde hair down his face to his lips; he could be very distracting sometimes, especially when I wasn’t sure of his actions anymore. I could maybe tell him part of the truth, but I couldn’t let him know everything. I didn’t even know everything yet.
    “ I have to go out of town for a few days and take care of family business,” I said, matter of fact.
    “ Is that it? You seem more distracted than just going out of town for ‘family business’ would imply.” There was a deeper questioning to his tone.
    “ Nope. That’s it. I just didn’t want you to worry about me, so I wasn’t going to tell you until I came back. Sometimes, you can be a little overprotective,” I snapped back, slightly miffed that he could make me so confused.
    He was still cupping my face lightly with his fingers and grinning while he gazed down. The problem was that I could stare into his eyes for a long time—they were warm and inviting. I kind of liked the way that he was holding me at the moment. I knew my face had softened. I could see the same emotions mirrored in his. A shiver ran through my body. He felt it too and chuckled under his breath. He had been torturing me with his touch for months now, but he kept me constantly guessing because he never made a move.
    Moving his fingers from my chin, his thumb gently caressed my cheek, stopping at the back of my neck.
    I stopped breathing.
    He ran his hand down my throat, pausing at my neckline. I was