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interested in more than…my physical appearance.”
    “Unless you’re going to walk around showing off your brain, I’m afraid you’re going to have to oblige us otherwise. At least at first. The good news is if you relax a little and give us all a chance, there’s not a man alive who wouldn’t want to look below your surface.”
    “Except you.”
    The question caused an unexpected pang, but he shook it off. “Make no mistake, sweetheart.” He tugged at the hem of her sweater. “I’m more than willing to peel back a layer or two.”
    “See? Pig.” She spun, but he caught her arm. She glared, and he wondered if she was even more uptight than he’d originally thought. He kept that possibility close, because by the look of her, forgetting it might cost him a kneecap. Or a nut.
    He settled for defusing her. “That thing you just did where you looked at me through your lashes? Guys like that. Gives ’em hope.”
    “I was not looking at you with any sort of admiration whatsoever.”
    “Not admiration. Passion.”
    “Because,” she said through gritted teeth, “I passionately want to put my knee in your special place.”
    “You can play with my special place later. For now, eye contact will have to be enough.”
    She glowered.
    “Did I forget to mention the part where you smile?”
    She smiled so sweetly that he began to fear for his special place. “Like this?”
    He swallowed. “Yeah, like that. If you touch him, you make it a trifecta.”
    “So you do want my knee—”
    “Not that kind of touch,” he said. He pushed back a windblown strand of her hair and found a great deal of satisfaction in the way her eyes drifted shut when his fingertips traced her skin. He took advantage of her momentary lowering of the guard to loosen the scarf, revealing a very sexy neck—one he really shouldn’t have noticed, all things considered. And because she hadn’t yet put him on the ground, he gave in to the urge to see beyond those damned glasses. Her eyes flew wide when he removed the frames, but softened in response to his smile. “Like that.”
    “That’s actually pretty nice,” she said. “But now I’m blind. And if a random guy touched me with so much familiarity, I’d freak out.”
    “Shocking,” he said dryly. “So don’t show your neck to random guys. Show the ones who interest you.”
    She narrowed her eyes and snatched her glasses from him, but she didn’t put them back on. “Is this sarcasm?”
    “If you think you need to stay hidden from the chin down, then no.” He bit back his bemusement when her glare deepened. Then, since he was already in the proverbial doghouse, he tugged at her scarf, removing it entirely, and blissful inches of creamy skin appeared. Appreciation sluiced through him. “ This is sexy—or would be if you weren’t looking at me like you wanted me dead—and it’s not the least bit pornographic. Loosen up. Literally.”
    “Ah. So I just…” She took a step closer, leaving approximately no distance between them, and looked up at him. Her fingertips brushed his arm, then tracked to his abdomen, and toyed dangerously low. She still held the glasses, and all of a sudden, his mind flashed librarian porn. His dick snapped to attention, totally on board with the vision of her putting down some big, thick book to work him free, then dropping to her knees and—
    She pinned another one of those suspiciously saccharine smiles on him. “Like this?”
    He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Was this the same woman who didn’t want to hold his hand because she’d look unavailable? One stiff breeze and they’d have a full-body-contact thing going on. “Yeah, like that.”
    “And then if I’m really interested…” Her gaze dropped to his lips.
    A whole new kind of awareness infiltrated the scant space between them, and he didn’t like it. He took a mental step back and tried to remember why he was there. Lessons . Yeah, that. He found his voice. “Eye contact.