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kiss.”
    “Excuse me? I know when I’ve been kissed,” she said breathily.
    “ This is a kiss.” Mason reached for her and molded his hands on either side of her creamy oval face. Energy pulsed through him as he pressed his lips to hers. He had one chance to assault her senses the way she did to him with just her presence. A physical expression of just how she made him feel. No softness this time, no holding back.
    He pressed his body against hers, deepening the kiss, demanding she accept him. His lips were firm where hers were pliant. He swallowed her moan as she parted her lips, allowing him inside. His head rushed with the refreshing minty taste of her. He seduced her with the kiss. Caressing. Nipping. Inviting. Taking.
    When she ran her fingers through his hair, he relaxed his grip. Reluctantly, he pulled away and gazed at her expression, eyes closed, lips still parted. He grinned down at her as her eyes flickered open, the dichotomy of a single blue and a single green eye studying him intently. Derek was an idiot with his ideas about symmetry. The play of the two colors against each other was amazingly sexy.
    “That was a kiss,” she whispered, licking her lips.

Chapter Three
    Climbing down the ladder in her kitten heels, Hannah set the armload of negligees on the rolling cart. She wanted to strangle whatever genius thought to place hanging lingerie still in boxes on the highest shelves in the stockroom. Right before the holiday season. As if the floor staff needed a reason not to rotate the aisle presentations.
    Straightening her gray sheath dress, Hannah pushed the cart out the swinging doors of the stockroom and onto the sales floor. Most of the year she tried to appeal to women, but during the holiday she wanted to turn a man’s head. She took the sheer ivory gown from the mannequin and replaced it with a pink baby doll flyaway trimmed in black lace. She stepped back to admire the handiwork and hoped it would interest a man. It had been so long since she’d been with one she wasn’t sure. Would Mason prefer satin, sheer, lace or nothing at all?
    “Fine jewelry two, fine jewelry two,” the intercom paged. Staffing was light so Hannah pushed the cart to the back room and headed over to the jewelry counter.
    Hannah gave a can-I-help-you smile to a perky brunette eyeing the bridal sets. After trying on a few rings, the woman settled on one and turned to look for her fiancé.
    “Honey, look at this one,” she chirped as a blond man approached the counter and stopped Hannah’s heart cold.
    Marty.
    He had the nerve to be in her store? Granted, when they were together she’d worked on the west side, but still. Careless bastard should have known better.
    Sucking in a deep breath, Hannah straightened her posture, forced a smile and looked him in the eye. She recognized terror as he tugged the woman’s arm from the counter.
    “Excuse me,” Hannah’s voice rang out as clear as a bell. “The ring?” She held her hand open in expectation.
    “Martin!” the woman chided, sidling back to the counter. “You said we’d get the ring today.”
    “Not here,” Marty barked, his face reddening.
    “You said today,” the woman pouted.
    “He must have somewhere to go,” Hannah taunted, surprising herself with the pleasure of finally having power over the jerk. He couldn’t expect her to let him get away with this.
    Marty narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. Simple brown eyes. What she’d ever seen in him she didn’t know. Broadening her grin, Hannah decided to have some fun. “At least you’ll save some money.”
    “Oh, is there a special sale today?” the woman asked hopefully.
    Hannah shook her head and addressed Marty again. “Marty’s pockets are full of gold, aren’t they, Marty?”
    He grabbed the woman’s arm and gave it a not so gentle tug. “We’re leaving. Now.”
    Hannah caught the hand still wearing the ring. The woman got caught in the middle of a cruel tug-of-war. Hannah released