The Pines Of Winder Ranch. RaeAnne Thayne
did you wish?” he asked, a gruff note to his voice.
She made a face. “If I tell you, it won’t come true. Don’t you know anything about wishes?”
Right now, he could tell her a thing or two about wanting something he shouldn’t. That sensuous heat wrapped tighter around his insides. “I know enough. I know sometimes wishes can be completely ridiculous and make no sense. For instance, right now, I wish I could kiss you. Don’t ask me why. I don’t even like you.”
Her eyes looked huge and green in her delicate face as she stared at him. “Okay,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Okay, I can kiss you? Or, okay, you won’t ask why I want to?”
She let out a ragged-sounding breath. “Either. Both.”
He didn’t need much more of an invitation than that. Without allowing himself to stop and think through the insanity of kissing a woman he had detested twenty-four hours earlier, Quinn stepped forward and covered her mouth with his.
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