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cool air circulating through the building.
    “Thank you,” she murmured, accepting her backpack from him. This time their fingers did not touch during the transfer.
    Daniela didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
    Caleb glanced over the top of her head toward the windows at the front of the library. His sensuous mouth quirked at the corners. “Guess it’s raining outside.”
    “Yeah,” she grumbled, cradling her soggy backpack to her chest. “You’d think those meteorologists could have given us a little warning.”
    His amused gaze returned to hers. “No umbrella?”
    “Left it at home.” She pushed at a lock of wet hair that fell into her right eye, and wondered if she was only imagining Caleb’s reluctance to part company with her.
    As if reading her mind, he took a step backward. “I’d better let you go…dry off. See you in class tomorrow.”
    “Um, yeah. Sure.” Wait! Don’t go! It’ll only take me a few minutes to lose the drowned-rat look and make myself presentable again.
    But she only turned and continued on her way to the restroom, telling herself she’d have better luck next time.
     
     
    Caleb stood watching as Daniela walked away from him, damp black curls hanging heavy between her shoulder blades, clothes plastered against her hourglass body to flaunt a tiny waist that flared into an eat-your-heart-out-Beyoncé rump. The sight of her apple-round bottom and long, curvy legs poured into painted-on denim made Caleb’s mouth water. He drew in a deep, ragged breath and slowly made his way back to the table in a private corner of the library where he’d been studying before the encounter with Daniela Moreau.
    No matter how hard he tried to dislodge it, her sultry, fallen-angel image was seared into his brain. As if she still stood before him, he saw the long-lashed dark eyes that tilted exotically at the corners, the lush mouth that begged to be kissed, the finely carved cheekbones and the delicate chin that hinted at a stubborn streak. Her hair was parted halfway down the center, and soft black curls molded the sensual contours of her face before cascading down to her shoulders.
    His eyes hadn’t deceived him yesterday. She was beautiful. Half temptress, half innocent.
    “Mind if I join you?”
    For a moment Caleb wondered if he’d only imagined hearing the soft, husky voice of the woman dominating his thoughts. But when he glanced up from the table, she stood there in the flesh, remarkably drier than she’d been twenty minutes earlier. Idly he wondered if she’d patted herself dry with a ream of paper towels, or positioned herself in front of one of those automatic hand dryers in the restroom. His groin tightened at the image of her tugging off the clingy T-shirt to expose a flat belly and high, voluptuous breasts spilling from a scrap of black lace.
    “Do you mind?” she repeated, sculpted black brows arched inquisitively as she awaited his response.
    Against his better judgment, Caleb shook his head and gestured toward the seat opposite his own. She lowered that luscious rump into the chair, and he suffered a pang of envy toward the lucky piece of furniture.
    That’s when he should have known he was in deep trouble.
    Forcing normalcy into his tone, Caleb asked, “What are you working on?”
    “An assignment for my legal research and writing class. We have to prepare a case brief by the end of the semester.” Daniela stepped out of her pink flip-flops and tucked her bare feet beneath her legs, sitting Indian-style in the chair. There was something so earthy, so bohemian, about the pose that Caleb almost smiled. There they were, seated in a richly appointed law library that boasted the largest collection of legal information in San Antonio. Around them were scholarly-looking people roaming up and down rows of mahogany-paneled bookcases filled with tomes on every legal subject conceivable.
    And there was Daniela, seated across the table from her law professor, looking