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The reflection that met Jason’s eyes was his own — gray eyes, dark blond hair. He wouldn’t use his gift to change his appearance until it was time to leave, partly because there wasn’t any point in expending the energy until he absolutely had to, and partly because he wanted to be looking at his real face as he said the words.
“You’re an idiot.”
What the hell had he been thinking? All right, he knew he was attracted to Laurel Wilcox, and maybe it had been stupid to suggest such an overtly romantic venue for their dinner together. Despite all that, he should have been able to maintain some kind of self-control at the end of the evening.
But no, he had to go ahead and kiss her…and realize as soon as his lips touched hers that this was different, that this wasn’t some kind of casual fli
