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Kyra licked her lips and looked up at the man in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to keep kissing him, but she knew better. He wasn’t kissing her because he thought she was the hottest woman around, he was kissing her because of some misguided sense of obligation.
He felt guilty about the bank. He stayed the night in the hospital, bought her dinner and coffee, and then got her a job and kissed her. If it weren’t for the bank robbery where they met, Kyra could almost think of it as normal, but there was nothing normal about meeting a man during a bank robbery.
Slade backed up. Kyra could still feel the cool spot on her throat where his tongue just was. She wanted to wrap her arms around him again and let him continue. Slade stared at her, and she stared right back. The two of
