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Her feet moved into the vast space, but all she couldsee was Cyrus. He strode through the room the way acaptain commands his ship. Was it possible his maroon bruise made him more dashing? He was a fine sight in a black broadcloth coat. Hersalacious gaze dropped to a brass button lower on hiswaistcoat. The metal glimmered, winking at her withflirtatious intent very near the tuft of hair she rememberedso well at his navel. The corner of Cyrus__ mouth crooked. If shelooked ready to devour him, he read the message onher face, no words required. __laire._ He said her name like a treasured sound. Then, herlandlord bent low over her hand, kissing her knucklesand keeping her fingers in a tender hold.Her flesh sung a merry tune recalling how she__gripped those broad shoulders of his in a fit of passion.Was that only two nights ago? Her cheeks turned hotat the memory. Cyrus rose to his full height, holding her hand. Heplanted a kiss on her forehead. __mmm_ he hummed approvingly. __ou smellof almonds._ His lips lingered on her hairline, givingher another soft kiss. __nd vanilla, I think. Somethingyou cooked?_ He breathed in her scent, standing close yet notintimidating in the least. His own smell was cleanand starched with a hint of coffee. She reached high,touching his face like a woman with every right topartake of the feast he offered. __t__ face powder._ One finger stroked the smoothsquare of his jaw, her voice curving with amusement. __oday I join the ranks of ladies who meet for luncheon,and I can__ be sure if I__e been lured here orgoaded by one very challenging man put on earth toharass my senses._ She caressed his jaw, the grain of his skin smoothto the touch. He must__e shaved in the last hour. Hismouth quirked sideways, pressing the maroon bruisehigher up his cheek. __omething tells me you__e the perfect woman tosoothe such a man or put him in his place._ His pewterstare flicked over her exposed skin, settling on hercleavage. __s to your senses, I shall treat them withthe utmost care.