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    She was acutely aware of just how masculine he was and felt a strange heaviness pool deep in her abdomen.  When his calloused hands moved up her arms, her insides quivered and a slow heat begin to warm her from the inside out.
     
    “I feel funny,” she said faintly.
     
    Jack arched a brow.  “Funny?”
     
    “Here,” she rested her hand on her belly.
     
    He fought to keep the smile off his face.  “What do you think it is?”  His hands glided slowly up to her shoulders then back down again.
     
    Miranda shivered.  “I must be getting sick.  It feels awfully hot in here.”
     
    “But your skin is cold.”
     
    She met his gaze, and what she saw hidden in their depths sent a million butterflies into flight inside her stomach.  Her heartbeat began a steady assent while her breathing slowed until it was practically non-existent.  Was it the alcohol that was making her feel so intoxicated or was it Jack?  He reached out to brush back a stray lock of hair then gently stroked the side of her face with his fingertips.
     
    “So soft,” he whispered, “so beautiful.”
     
    Oh, it was definitely Jack, she thought, as his fingers glided down her cheek and curled around the back of her neck.  “Are you, um, going to…to…”
     
    “Kiss you?”
     
    She nodded.
     
    “Do you want me to?”
     
    Oh, God yes
!  She nodded again.  He pulled her mouth down on to his; slowly, slowly pressing their lips together until they melded into one.  The taste of him sent a rush of desire pulsing through her that was heightened by the soft, sensuous raking of his tongue over her teeth.  He slanted his head, coaxed her mouth open and deepened the kiss, igniting a passion deep inside of Miranda that she hadn’t even known she possessed. 
     
    It was insane to be kissing a man she’d only just met, even more insane because he was Holt’s brother.  She was in love with Holt and had been almost from the first moment she laid eyes on him.  Sobered by her thoughts, she pulled her mouth away from his.
     
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely.  “I can’t do this, Jack.”
     
    Disappointed, but understanding her reluctance, he rose to his feet and offered her his hand.  “Come on, I’ll show you where the bathroom is.  You can change out of your clothes and put on the robe that’s hanging on the back of the door while I go make some coffee.”
     
    She started to protest that she wasn’t cold but now that he wasn’t touching her the chill was starting to settle back into her bones.  Taking his hand, Miranda let him lead her to the bathroom then closed the door behind her with a regretful sigh.  She shouldn’t have let him kiss her like that, she thought, as she worked the zipper down on Bri’s dress, because now that she’d gotten a taste of him, she wanted more.  It made her wonder if it was because his kiss had been so incredible or because Jack looked so much like Holt she could almost believe it was him.  It would be absolutely horrible of her to let him do it again if she wasn’t sure.  So the only sensible thing to do was make sure it didn’t happen again.
     
    She discovered that was easier said than done when she wandered into the kitchen and got an eyeful of his backside.  Broad shoulders, a bulging biceps, and jeans that fit as snug across his rear end as her dress had done to hers.  The muscles in her abdomen clenched unexpectedly when he turned around and gave her a warm smile.
     
    “Feel better now?”
     
    She held out her arms so he could see how the sleeves of the robe draped a good six inches past her hands.  “It’s a little too big.”
     
    Jack laughed and closed the distance between them in two long strides.  “Allow me.”  He rolled the sleeves up, laughing again when he noticed the robe was dragging the floor.  “You’re drowning in it.  You can practically wrap it around you twice.”
     
    “It’s warm though.”
     
    He slipped his arms