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      What if that look wasn’t what she thought it was at all?

      But she was no virginal teenager. She knew this feeling well.

      The tension surrounding them had nothing to do with being right in front of the Statue of Liberty for the first time. It had everything to do with his lips being mere inches from hers, his torso being so close, she could feel the heat of his body.

      “What will this feel like, I wonder?” he asked.

      Then his lips covered hers before she could ask what he meant. And for the first time in six years, Kayla felt at home. Safe. Connected. Andreas’s mouth moved against hers and Kayla kissed him back, shock giving way before the absolute rightness of the feeling of his lips against hers. Andreas kissed her deeply, his hand on the back of her neck holding her in her in place for his mouth to plunder hers, to stamp determined possession, the hand on her thigh moving up to her waist and around to her back until she was completely surrounded by her former lover.

      The sound of clapping, wolf whistles and laughter finally broke them apart. Only then did Kayla realize what a spectacle they’d made of themselves and that the cruise boat was treading water in front of the statue for the tourists to take pictures. Many of whom were way more interested in her and Andreas.

      The blush that burned her cheeks this time was hot and uncomfortable, prickling all over her body. Andreas, the jerk, just laughed, looking for all the world like he got caught kissing in public places like this all the time. Which she knew was not the case. Not even close.

      She glared up at him. “Fix this.”

      “What do you want me to do?”

      “Make them stop staring and saying those things.”

      “It is okay, Kayla. We were doing nothing wrong.”

      “We were kissing like a couple of teenagers.”

      “I’d forgotten how much I enjoy kissing you.”

      “I know.”

      “You sound annoyed by that fact.”

      “I’m not the one who decided we made better friends than lovers. Oh, darn it.” She looked around frantically, hoping no one had overheard what she’d just said.

      No such hope. There were way too many people avidly interested in her and Andreas, hanging on their every word.

      She bit her lip and stared up at him. “This is so embarrassing.”

      “Being my lover is embarrassing?” he asked, sounding offended.

      She was going to beat him, she really was. “We aren’t, not anymore.” She wasn’t saying that word again. Grown woman or not. Thank you very much.

      His look was way too speculative for her liking, but all he said was “I think you’d better get your pictures if you plan to get any.”

      “You expect me to take pictures after that?” Her hands were shaking.

      He smiled that brilliant smile he shared so rarely with others and pulled his own smartphone out, then proceeded to take several snaps of the statue, making sure she was in the foreground of a couple of them. He even did a selfie shot with them both. It was surreal and Kayla wasn’t sure what was going on.

      When the captain started the boat going forward again, Andreas put his arm around Kayla’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. His thumb brushed up and down her neck, sending shivers along her nerve endings.

      “What the heck are you doing, Andreas?” she asked, not even embarrassed when her voice went pitchy.

      This? This deserved pitchy!

      He kissed her temple and pointed at something on the shoreline. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

      “Where is all this affection coming from?” Kayla started to wonder if she was in one of those dreams. The ones where you thought you were awake, but really you were still sleeping.

      She’d never had one, but she’d heard of them.

      “I like touching you. I had forgotten how much.”

      “Did you take seasickness pills or something this morning?”

      His laughter was rich and warm and all hers. A sound he shared with so few people she couldn’t help reveling in it, even if this was a superelaborate, really vivid, overly detailed dream.

      “Or something.”

      She turned her head so their gazes met, knowing it was risky, but unable to have this conversation without eye contact. “What does that mean?”

      “I’ve had a revelation.” His grin was all straight, white teeth and positively blinding.

      “What kind of revelation?” she asked suspiciously.

      How could she be anything else? He looked like the kid who’d gotten the last cookie in the jar and knew where the others were hidden besides.

      “I’ll tell you when we return to our hotel. This is not a discussion we need to have in such a public place.”

      “Says the man who kissed me in front of an entire shipload of people.”

      “Only half the ship’s passengers are on this deck.”

      “You’re being facetious.”

      His smile was positively sinful and then he kissed her. Again. Not a passionate one, but certainly nothing platonic either.

      Kayla gasped, floundering with feelings she’d barely held in check for years. Her mind fought with her heart and sadly her mind was not winning at the moment.

      Still, she said, “You have to stop kissing me.”

      “The taste and feel of your lips says otherwise.”

      “Don’t be a jerk.”

      “I assure you, I am not.”

      “Andreas!”

      He squeezed her neck, like he was comforting her. “Do not worry, Kayla. It is all going to be all right. I promise.”

      “You can’t promise that. Everything is messed up.”

      “Not anymore.”

      “How can you say that?” Nothing had changed. Except maybe he’d lost his mind. “I’m dreaming, right? That’s what’s happening here.”

      He kissed her again. Seriously. His lips against hers were firm and strong and possessive and real. Very real.

      He broke the kiss only to kiss the corner of her lips like he always used to do. “There, does that feel like a dream?”

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