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Mack knew he should step back from the temptation of her mouth, but the urge to feel the soft whisper of Alex’s lips against his was too strong. He slowly closed the distance between them, touching her lips in a feather-light caress that should have been enough but somehow wasn’t. He lifted his head, and registering the flare of attraction in her chocolate-brown gaze, touched down again, firmer this time, his tongue stroking her lips apart to search for hers.

Alex felt her whole body jolt in reaction as he deepened the kiss, her skin shivering with anticipation as his free hand moved from the veranda rail to cup the nape of her neck. She felt as if every fine hair located there rose to greet the warmth of his palm, her spine losing its wary stiffness as she melted further into his embrace.

It was a kiss like nothing she’d ever experienced; it was electric and passionate, hard and soft, warm and tender and totally captivating.

He pulled back from her after a breathless moment or two, his eyes still dark with desire as they held hers. “I really don’t know why I did that,” he said, grimacing ruefully.

She arched her brows at him. “You don’t?”

His eyes went back to her mouth. “Well yes I do, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.”

“Have you got someone else waiting for you in Brisbane?” Alex asked.

The sound of the frogs in the background made the silence all the more intense.

Croak. Croak. Croak.

Mack shifted his gaze from hers. “My fiancée called off our relationship six weeks before our wedding.”

“Mack I’m so sorry,” she said softly, her hand resting on his arm next to hers on the railing.

He looked down at her lightly tanned fingers against the deeper tone of his skin.

“I should have known it was coming,” he said, absently running the point of his index finger over the back of her small hand. “The court case dragged on and on and she got tired of trying to pretend she agreed with my defense team.”

“Court case?” Alex swallowed. “What were you accused of doing?”

His grey-blue eyes turned to meet hers; the shifting shadows of the night making them appear dark and mysterious. “I was accused of being responsible for the death of a child.”