“Josie asked, shoving the nappy bag into the back of the car while Chloe buckled a thankfully still-sleeping Zavy into his car seat in the rear of her tiny Fiat, “how’d it go? Hard to tell.” And she’d been looking, she admitted, though neither of them had given anything away. Hugh had offered Chloe the same circumspect peck on the cheek he’d given her. That said something right there, didn’t it? Although if it had had the effect on Chloe that it had had on her, there might be more to it than... had met the eye. She’d been wondering for weeks what Hugh’s carefully-trimmed stubble would feel like, and just the hint of a whisper against her skin had made heat pool inside her, had had her forcing herself not to lean into him. She’d touched his broad shoulder, her fingers brushing lightly over the layer of jacket and shirt, and had wanted to keep holding him. To have him hold her, because he would have felt so solid. It would be so restful, leaning into all that strength, and yet not restful at all.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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