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In the glow of the gas lamps on the street, Trace could see Savannah blush If a simple compliment rattled her so, it must have been years since she’d heard any Which ined

"You know, asup in Florida," Savannah said, "this is the only place it’s ever really felt like Christmas toMain Street There’s a tree in the center of the green that’s all lit up, and snow underfoot It’s like a Currier and Ives Christmas card What could be more perfect?"

She looked up into Trace’s eyes, and he felt his heart slam to a stop

"You," he said softly

"What?"

"You’re the only thing I can think of that’s more perfect than all of this"

For the second ti back tears

"Hey," he protested "I didn’t ave hi so sweet toti people," he said emphatically

Suddenly she stood on tiptoe, and before he realized what she intended, she was pressing a kiss to his cheek "Thank you I’ Christo at that It was a tender gesture, not an invitation, but the night was cold and that kiss proazed into her eyes, then slowly lowered his head until his mouth covered hers

She tasted of an to work its way through his syste to be unleashed He unzipped her jacket and slid his arled She ainst hi, his body hard and deht here, doing nothingthe shape and texture and taste of Savannah’s mouth for hours on end, but sanity finally prevailed This was a s she needed was hiossip Whatever happened between the would--he didn’t want there to be regrets Not of any kind

With a sigh, he slowly released her His gaze clung to hers as he slid the zipper of her jacket up, then tucked her scarf more securely around her neck

"Trace, what…?" She sed hard "What was that about?"