Page 10 of Crossing the Line

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Concerned.

And those laugh lines at the corners of his eyes?

Fell to second behind the deepening furrow between his brows.

"You, okay?"

She widened her eyes, trying to reclaim her normal aplomb and flippant attitude when she was talking to him.

His frown deepened. "Janey?"

Her heart stuttered in her chest.

He hadn't called her Janey in...

In...

"Why don't you sit down."

A hand touched her arm, and she looked down.

Big, strong, manly.

Janice lifted her chin with a snap and backed away.

"Ahem..."

Moira's snippy voice was like a lifeline and Janice locked onto it, turning to look at the older woman.

Moira had folded her arms across her chest and was tapping her foot on the hard concrete floor.

"You're dangerously close to crossing over the line, young man."

It was true. Bixby's booted foot was on the line but hadn't quite crossed over to her side of the market.

He lowered his hand from her arm and stepped back.

Janice felt a chill roll through her.

Why did she miss his touch?

BIXBY

What the hell had he just done?

Stepped on the line.

Touched her.

It wasn't really his fault.

Right?

Janice looked... off.

Stunned in a way.

Had Moira said something really out there?

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