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matters.” He shook his head, almost rueful. “All I can tell you is that I feel a connection to you I can’t explain.”
    Blood pounded in Kendall’s head and her mouth went dry. Of all the answers she’d expected, the idea that his persistence was about her and not just the conquest hadn’t crossed her mind. She’d never felt so off-balance or desirable. It was a precarious combination. She licked her lips and whispered, “There’s no connection.”
    Their heads were so close she didn’t notice him raise his hand until she felt the gentle pressure of his fingertip against her bottom lip.
    Her eyes widened but she made no move, her breath catching in her chest. His eyes were focused on her mouth, which had gone completely dry. Little lightning bolts of sensation sparked along her skin as he traced a path from her lips, across her chin and down the column of her neck to where the collar of her silk sweater began.
    He hooked his finger into the soft fabric, his knuckle lightly brushing the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. An involuntary shiver skittered across the back of her neck.
    Slowly, Ty sat back and folded his arms across his chest. Desire darkened his eyes as his gaze slammed into hers. “No connection at all?” he repeated.
    Kendall could barely hear him over her pounding head. She dropped her eyes to the front of his shirt, unwilling to meet the intensity of his stare. The sleeves of his shirt were folded just below the elbows. His forearms were tanned and muscled, with a smattering of golden hair flecked across them. His right hand rested in the crook of his left arm. The lean finger that had, moments earlier, wreaked havoc on her insides tapped benignly against the flannel.
    She was losing her cool and it scared her. The way Ty Bishop made her feel was too much of a distraction from her dream, and she was smart enough to know it. Smart enough to take a deep, if shaky, breath to calm down before meeting his eyes. Smart enough to sit back against the hard wood of the chair, clasp her hands tightly in front of her and dig her thumbnail deep into the soft flesh of her palm. The sharp pain burst the sweet bubble of lust that enveloped her.
    When she felt like she’d be able to speak without squeaking, she plastered on a fake smile and said, “Sorry to disappoint, but you just don’t do it for me.”
    He focused his stare on her mouth, as if he had every intention of licking the lie from her lips. “Right.”
    Unable to stand his scrutiny for one more moment, Kendall stood. “We’d better get back.”
    She reached for the neat pile of trash, grateful for the distraction. Before she could pick it up, one of Ty’s hands covered hers. “Let me get that.”
    She snatched back her hand as if she’d been scalded. Which, to Kendall’s chagrin, made him laugh out loud.
    Reluctantly, she followed him toward the coffee shop’s entrance. A few steps from the door he turned and lifted a casual arm. “See ya later, Amy,” he called.
    The blond behind the counter leaned so far over the display case Kendall thought she might land on her head. Either that or those perky breasts were going to fall right out of the top of her shirt. “Bye, Ty.” Her voice dripped with honey. “Come back soon.”
    He gave another noncommittal wave and pushed open the door, holding it until Kendall was through. “I guess not every woman is immune to my charms.”
    Kendall rolled her eyes and fished around in her purse for her sunglasses case. “No doubt the poor girl’s senses are impaired by caffeine overload.”
    He shook his head. “You’re a piece of work, Princess.”
    “Don’t call me Princess .” She unfolded her tortoiseshell frames, pushing them onto her face.
    Ty fell in step beside her. They walked back to the body shop in a silence that felt almost companionable. Surprising, given the awkwardness of their recent exchange.
    Kendall felt Ty watching her. The hair on her neck stood at attention under his