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shower of rain. She could lose herself in them and never feel the need to come up for air.
    “Hello?” he said, wording it like a question rather than a statement.
    Caitlin blinked, feeling her skin heating further. She needed to answer him. Remaining silent and staring into his eyes would only have him thinking she was mute, or worse, intoxicated. “Hi,” was all she could croak out, embarrassment constricting her throat and making it difficult to talk.
    A smile teased the corners of his mouth and small dimples appeared on his cheeks. His dark hair flopped into his eyes as he lowered his head and reached out to help her to her feet.
    “You took quite a tumble.”
    Caitlin nodded, lifting one hand and grimacing at the welts marring her palm. The skin stung and pinpricks of blood scattered across her thumb. She was going to have an awful lot of bruises tomorrow.
    Reluctantly, she took his hand though wasn’t prepared for the zing of electricity that zipped up her arm from his touch. The hairs stood on end, a strange warmth seeping over her body. The tips of her fingers tingled but she told herself it was due to the fall. However, one glance at her rescuer told her he was feeling something similar. He shifted from one foot to the other, clearing his throat as she stood up...and got a good look at him.
    It was him. The him from the lift earlier today. The him that was knicker-dropping sexy and all she could do was stare.
    He raised his brows, obviously wanting more of a response. He flicked his head back so that his hair shifted from his eyes but he continued to look at her. She wondered briefly where his glasses were.
    “Hmm, thanks,” Caitlin offered, noticing they were still holding hands. “I thought I was alone in here.”
    A grin lit up his face, causing his eyes to sparkle and his dimples to flash. At the same time he raised a brow. “That much was very clear, though I can’t complain.”
    “Why?” she asked, confused by his statement.
    “The view was...very enticing,” he responded, still smiling. “I wasn’t in a rush to help you up, put it that way.”
    Her eyes grew wide, shocked by his candour. However, her body began to hum with a very different reaction. She realised her heart had started to race. Her stomach flipped in excitement and her nipples pebbled, pushing at the thin lace of her bra. She could blame the cold, and the fact that the rain had seeped through her mac but it would be a lie.
    Dropping her hand, he took a step back, his gaze raking slowly down her body. She felt naked, as though he could see past the satin shirt and pencil skirt. Again, she hoped she wore her good underwear today.
    “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I was rather forward there. Are you really okay? I’m Miles by the way.”
    Miles. She liked it.
    “Thanks for helping me.” She held out her hand for him to shake, not admitting to herself that she just wanted to touch him again. “I’m Caitlin, and I’m more than a little embarrassed.”
    The train lurched, the lights flickering again and a disembodied voice came from the speakers. It announced the journey was about to start and gave details of the next stop.
    “Guess you should sit down. Wouldn’t want you falling on your arse again.”
    Caitlin opened her mouth, about to deny that she actually landed on her bottom but then second guessed herself and stopped. What did it matter? Arse or hands and knees the man had still seen her knickers.
    Fumbling for something to say, Caitlin took the seat facing his. She smoothed down her skirt, quickly darting a glance at her shirt to make sure her nipples weren’t as prominent as she thought. A mirror would have been good too, though she settled for a covert look in the window. There were no mascara streaks down her cheeks and no panda eyes that she could tell, so encouraged, she meet Miles’ rather intense gaze.
    “You work in the same building as me,” she stated.
    “Is that an accusation or a