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“Don’t worry.” She took a step back. “I will.”

“Maybe you’ll change your mind.” He took another step toward her.

“I won’t.” She backed into the wall.

“What if I don’t want to annul it?” he asked, closing the space between them.

“Fisher, what are you doing?” she asked. He was leaning against her, pressing her into the wall. He’d dropped her hair and his hands rested on her waist.

“Kissing you,” he said just before his mouth met hers.

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Annie knew this wasfoolish. She knew she should resist him and steer this, whatever it was, back to an impersonal, professional type of relationship. But she wasn’t made of stone. The feel of his mouth against hers turned her resolve into the consistency of a fistful of sand.

“Sweeter than Death by Chocolate,” he murmured against her lips as he gently pulled away. He hugged her close and said, “I’d better be careful or you’re going to give me cavities.”

“In your teeth?” she asked as she hugged him back.

“Nope. In my heart,” he said and pulled away from her. Gazing into her eyes, he pushed the hair out of her face.

The sincerity of his warm brown gaze left Annie shaking. Was he...? Did he...? What he said the night before...was it true? Had Fisher fallen in love with her?

“Well are you two going to be conformists to the patriarchal institution of matrimony, or what?” Swift stuck his head out of the door, interrupting the moment.

“Well?” Fisher looked at Annie.

“Yes,” Annie cleared her throat. “I’ll...ahem...you know.”

“When?” Lark asked, peeking around Swift.

“Tomorrow,” Fisher said.

“Tomorrow?” Annie asked. “But I have a million things to do.”

“Pencil in elope,” Fisher said.