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haven’t been with anyone since Lee.”
    His eyebrows nearly shot through his hairline. “But I thought you said he died nearly three years ago?”
    “Er, yeah.”
    “Wow. No wonder you’re nervous.” His eyes glimmered with something else then. “And yet you chose me?”
    “Um...yes, I suppose so.”
    The smile spread slowly across his face. “I’m very flattered.”
    “You’re kidding me, right? Women must throw themselves at you all the time.”
    “Not quite, no, but thank you for that vote of confidence. It’s been a while.”
    That surprised her. Maybe he’d been telling the truth about seeing her photo and waiting for her.
    He leaned on the back of the sofa and rested his head on a hand. “Does it make you feel better to know I’m not a hussy?”
    She laughed. “Yes. I don’t know why. I guess I assumed you’d be with a different girl every night. That’s a lot of women to live up to.”
    “You give me too much credit.” He reached out the hand holding his glass and ran a finger along her cheek. “You’re the loveliest girl I’ve met in a long, long time. I wish you’d believe me.”
    “I want to. I really do.”
    Brandon put his head on his paws and sighed. Hamish smiled wryly at him before turning back to her. He leaned over and placed his glass on the table. Doing the same with hers, he met her gaze with a mischievous smile. Then he moved a little closer. “Why don’t we start at the beginning?” Slipping his hand to the nape of her neck, he lowered his lips to hers.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Rose’s head exploded. Okay, maybe not exploded per se , but certainly something happened to her brain the moment Hamish’s lips touched hers. Her heart pounded, blood shot around her body at a million miles an hour, and her head spun as a thousand different thoughts collided in her brain, the main one being HE’S KISSING ME! Somehow, though, she managed not to move. She closed her eyes and tried to remember to breathe as he pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly, gently, and moved his mouth across hers as if he had all the time in the world.
    It had been so long since she’d kissed anyone that she remained still for a while, worried about doing the wrong thing such as clashing her teeth with his. But if he sensed her tenseness, he didn’t say anything. He continued to kiss her with small presses of his lips, and only when she sighed and her lips parted did he brush his tongue into her mouth. She inhaled at the unfamiliar, exciting intrusion, and then he pulled her fully into his embrace. Suddenly the kiss went from a polite peck to a thermonuclear meltdown. She murmured her enjoyment as she stroked his tongue with her own, and his replying throaty growl of pleasure put a match to her internal fuse.
    She moved her hands up his chest, feeling firm, tight muscles under the All Blacks’ shirt, then slid her hand up his neck and into his hair, running her fingers through the short strands. The feel and taste and smell of him overwhelmed her and made her heart hammer. He seemed so much bigger closer up—his arms around her were huge and solid. He was like a guy she’d have had posters of on her wall during her teenage years—like an actor on TV she’d have drooled over. Could she really go to bed with him?
    Only when the sofa pressed against her back did she realize he’d lowered her down. He stroked his thumb over the fabric of her dress and then slid his hand under the hem and began to brush up her thigh. She threaded her fingers through his hair, wondering what it would look like without the Army buzz cut.
    She must have made a sound, or gone still, because he lifted his head and looked at her. She blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry.”
     “It’s okay.” He pushed himself up, bringing her with him. “Did I move too quick?”
    “I...” Her cheeks burned. She stood up and walked a few paces forward, her arms folded defensively.
    He didn’t come after her. He waited a moment and then