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I feel like I’m talking to a fifty-year-old professor when I talk to her?” he asked when Aubrey had gone.
    “I ask myself that same question. She’s just like my sister was. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to Jane.” She left the table and grabbed her handbag where she kept a small photo album and a million other things. “That’s Jane.” She handed him the last picture she and Jane had taken together.
    “You two look nothing alike.”
    She glanced at the picture she had looked at a thousand times. “She’s my exact opposite. Beautiful and brilliant and classy. She was perfect. She looks like Grace Kelly there. Hard to take your eyes off of, huh?”
    “She’s not your opposite,” he said in his deep quiet voice. “Opposite would mean that you are ugly and stupid and classless. I don’t know you well, Daisy, but I know that you are none of those things.”
    “You’re smooth.” She smiled at him, even though she felt kind of exposed in that moment.
    He looked away from the picture and locked eyes with her. “I’m not trying to be. Your sister is not the one I can’t look away from. I think the girl with the wild hair and the happy smile on her face is more beautiful than the one who is barely smiling at all.”
    “Oh.” She went around to the front of his chair, staring down at him for a moment before she buried her fingers deep into his thick mop of hair. It was an intimate thing to do to a man she barely knew, but she couldn’t stop herself. She pushed the hair out of his face and looked down into the icy blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled. “I would like to kiss your cheek, but your face is covered with a beard. I have the kind of lips that aren’t satisfied unless they feel skin beneath.”
    He said nothing as she leaned in closer to him. He just closed his eyes as her lips came in contact with his forehead. She let them linger there, probably a little longer than she should. But he smelled good, clean, like shampoo and fabric softener. It was in direct contrast with how one might think a man who looked like him would smell. There was something undeniably sweet about Clayton Calhoun. She had gone to bed thinking about him last night. How he gave her permission to cry. How he soothed her.
    She had never been soothed before. She had to keep it together when Jane died for Aubrey’s sake. She had to stay strong after Danny had passed for his mother. But a stranger had seen her at her most vulnerable. He made her feel safe enough to be vulnerable.
    She pulled her lips away from his skin, prepared to step away from him, but he grabbed her hips, slid his hands up beneath her shirt to her waist, and just stroked her there. His rough thumbs scraping across her smooth skin. Her nipples tightened unexpectedly, tingles rushed along her nerves, heat spread throughout her limbs.
    “I had dinner with my father tonight,” he said, taking a breath. “He’s changed a lot in the past couple of years. I’ve always heard that people can’t change, but he’s like a stranger to me now. Like somebody else’s father.”
    “And you don’t like the man he’s becoming?”
    “He’s a better person. My entire life people have told me that I was just like him. I look like him, and walk like him, and sound like him. I joined the army to be like him. I went to war like him. But I didn’t like him.”
    “Why not?” she asked as she lightly scratched his scalp.
    “Because he was a dick. A miserable unhappy dick.”
    “Those are the worst kind of dicks if you ask me.”
    The corner of his mouth curled into a half smile. “I don’t want to be one of those.”
    “You won’t be. Just find something that makes you happy.”
    “I’m trying.” He ran his hand across her stomach. She stiffened slightly. She had never been comfortable with anyone touching her there. Her stomach wasn’t flat or toned. She would never feel comfortable in a crop top or a bikini, but Clayton’s hands felt good, felt soothing