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was far too breathy. Her eyes widened at his body's immediate reaction.
    He tightened his hold on her hips, and inhaled her very own sweet scent not masked by artificial trappings like most of the women he knew.
    "It appears Timmy hasn't broken you after all. I can hear the collective sigh of relief from women the world over," she said.
    "Not as relieved as I am, älskling, believe me. But I really need to test the theory. Want to help me out here?"
    The speed with which she darted off his lap made him dizzy , but she didn't get away before he noticed the way her breathing hitched. He was so going to enjoy the chase.
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    Oh for goodness sakes, she was such a sap where Sven was concerned. Sylvia desperately tried to get her breathing back under control. He just didn't play fair. She scrambled off his lap, and turned her back on him so he couldn't see how affected she was by his words and the heat in his eyes that sent her blood to boiling point. Seriously, one look of those blue eyes and she didn't know where to put herself. Whilst her rational brain could recite ten thousand reasons why she should keep a man like that at arm's length, her body just didn't listen. His overpowering presence called to the submissive deep inside of her. She'd thought that part of herself long since broken, but apparently it was very much alive and well, and responding to the man in question. Sylvia had no problem picturing Sven in leather, holding a flogger in his large hands. The thought should terrify her, but it had the opposite effect.
    She stood transfixed, knowing what a rabbit must feel like in the headlights of an approaching car when he rose from his chair. He crossed the distance between them in two long strides until he was so close to her that she literally couldn't breathe. He tugged at the band holding her hair. It all tumbled down her back, and he wound one long strand ‘round his fingers, and inhaled the scent.
    "You've such beautiful hair, Sylvia, a man could get lost in it."
    "Save it. It's a great line, but it won't work on me." But, oh, my goodness, her insides went to mush as his whispered laugh skittered across her neck. One of his hands settled on the small of her back and pulled her closer into the hard wall of muscle that was his body. He must spend hours in the gym to achieve that definition.
    Fortunately, before she could dissolve completely into a bag of drool, Timmy bounded into the kitchen, and demanded she play football with him. But, instead of leaving as she expected him to, the blasted man grabbed the ball off a delighted Timmy and followed him out to the back garden, where the two of them engaged in a surprisingly competitive football game. Sylvia gave up and returned to the kitchen to watch them through the window. 
    Gone was the arrogant Sven, and in his place was a man who seemed to genuinely enjoy Timmy's company.  Heaven help her, the little boy lapped up the attention. The stark reminder of how much her son needed a father figure in his life sat heavy on her heart and, with it, the realization that her sister-in-law's dinner party was tomorrow. God, Harry was going to be there. She'd lost count how many phone calls she'd had from the man over the last week. It seemed the more she pulled away, the more he persisted. The thought of turning down yet another marriage proposal and enduring Peggy's narrow-eyed disapproval afterwards was more than she could handle right now. In her last conversation with her sister-in-law, Peggy had been perfectly clear about the choices she thought Sylvia should make.
    "Harry is a good man, and you could do a lot worse. Not many men are willing to take on a widow with children, especially one with your past. Edward is retiring soon, and we'll not be able to support you financially anymore like we have done, you know that. With the current recession, and your years out of the work place, you'll never find a job that pays enough to support all of you. You had your mad five