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Bea’s breath caught.
The coach rolled on, wheels humming over cobblestone, the world outside oblivious.
And Bea realized—with sudden, treacherous clarity—that the most dangerous thing Nicholas had done today was not kissing her.
It was making her feel as if she mattered.
“If you should care to try your skill at kissing again, do let me know,” Nicholas drawled, his smile pure cunning.
Bea rolled her eyes.“Don’t you wish.”Despite the heat rising in her chest, she forced a laugh.
“You’venoidea.”But this time…the wink he gave her made her toes curl.
