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He clenched his jaw against another groan as Rachel began weaving her elegant hands through his hair
again. After an eternity the water thumped on, and he would have sold his soul to immerse his body in the
lukewarm wetness.
The water went off with a shudder of pipes; then she began to towel his hair dry with firm regular
sweeps that shouldn't have been sexy. Aside from the scalp massage, it was about the sexiest thing that
had ever been done to him. She hovered over him, her loose dress tightening across breasts and hips that
were unexpectedly full for her petite build. And as she worked, her feminine warmth and scent wrapped
him, her thigh brushed against his, and more times than he could count, her breast came whisper-close to
his taut bicep.
"Short or just a trim?" Rachel asked with a brisk professionalism that was just a little too bright, too
impersonal.
Cullen concluded that either she was physically scared of him, or the raw, sexual awareness that was
tying his gut into knots cut both ways. As soon as he'd considered that Rachel could be afraid of him, he
discarded the thought. She hadn't shown any fear in the darkness and confusion of the alley last night, and
her actions since he'd stepped into the salon had reflected curiosity and challenge, and more than a little
irritation.
Which left the second option.
Every muscle in his body tightened as he absorbed the possibility that Rachel Sinclair was just as
attracted to him as he was to her. Cursing savagely beneath his breath, Cullen tore open the Velcro
fastening at his nape and jettisoned the cape. Having her touch him had been an even bigger mistake than
he'd first thought. And judging from the unruly response of his body, it was way past time he left.
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Rachel stifled the urge to back up a step as Cullen flowed up and out of the chair, his wet hair falling
sleekly to his shoulders. For the briefest moment she'd had the clear impression he was going to slide his
hands around her waist and bury his mouth against hers. The vision was so graphic that she could almost
feel the clasp of his hands, the tingling warmth of his lips pressing hers apart. And then he was walking
away as abruptly as he'd done in the alley last night, and leaving her just as disoriented.
Disoriented enough to follow him a few dazed steps, as if caught up in a violent slipstream. "Cullen?"
Even though she was sure her voice had been so low he couldn't possibly have heard, he stopped just
short of the door, his back to her a rip in the sleeveless shirt giving her a glimpse of bronzed, heavily
layered muscle. Numbly, Rachel searched for a reason to have stopped him. And it certainly wasn't going
to be the truth, that touching Cullenhad been like touching fire, and that the physicality of her own
response shocked her. "Will anything happen to that boy's father?"
Cullen half turned, as if reluctant to stay in the same room with her any longer than necessary. "Dane
would have to complain to get his father charged, and then his mother and his brothers and sisters would
be left on welfare."
"But surely "
"Ever lived on welfare, Miss Sinclair?"
"No."
Cullen's scuffed riding boots made surprisingly little sound on her polished wood floor as he covered the
remaining distance to the door. He paused, one hand on the jamb. "Thanks again, on Dane's behalf."
Rachel lifted her chin at his determined dismissal of her and herown obscure, untenable hurt at that
dismissal. "What's going to happen to him when he gets out of hospital?"
Cullen's jaw tightened at the question, and this time, when he met Rachel's gaze, he reneged on looking
away. Her eyes & he hadn't known what colour they were in the alley. He'd guessed blue. He was
wrong. They were a soft, dark honey unexpectedly fierce and just a little untamed, with the kind of fire
a man could sink right into. And her scent& Her scent was driving him crazy, urging him to step closer
and seek out all the shadowed places where her silky, delicate heat flared and burned.
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