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." he said quietly, his voice blending in with the breeze while he lightly traced his fingers over her eyelids. "I want to figure it out for myself. Do you always wear your hair up?"
    "Not always."
    Her hands had stopped moving, settled on the square of his jaw. She was too distracted by what Cody was doing and how his touch made her feel.
    "Wait, this isn't working."
    Thank you, God. Lyssa didn't know how much more of this sweet torture she could take.
    "Drop your hands. I think I have the hang of this. Just let me touch you."
    "Okay."
    She fiddled with her hands in her lap as Cody continued to move.
    "You have narrow eyes. What color are they?"
    "Blue."
    "Blue like what?"
    She shrugged. What could she really say? Growing up, women are taught to love
    themselves the way they are, but it was human nature to pick yourself apart when it was only you looking in the mirror. To actually have to describe herself and be honest was just too weird. Still, for the sake of fair play, she gave it a try.
    "They're not a dark blue. My sister Kim has dark blue eyes that remind me of sapphires."
    His hands stilled, cupping her cheeks. "I'm not asking about your sister. I want to know you."
    She really didn't want to pull out the list of flaws she'd cataloged over the past few years.
    "Lighter, not really like the sky, but—"
    "Slate, smoky?"
    "I guess. Yes. But they're kind of wide-set."
    A smile stretched his lips. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her eyelashes, forcing her to close her eyes.
    "Your cheekbones are very prominent. And you like to laugh. I can feel the laugh lines."
    With his hands still cupping her cheeks, his fingers gently caressed her earlobes. A crease puckered between his eyebrows. "No earrings?"
    "I never got them pierced."
    "I find that strange."
    "Why?"
    "I don't know. Girls like jewelry and all those dainty things."
    Lyssa didn't want to mention the dainty things he missed seeing earlier. Her one and only true vice was fine underwear. The best. It had always been that way. She loved to feel it beneath her clothes. If she had money in her pocket to buy either a dress or some lingerie, she chose the latter, which was maybe why most of her wardrobe consisted of blue jeans and cotton shirts. It wasn't very alluring to the opposite sex, she knew, but it made her feel good.
    Wearing casual clothes made it easier to work with the dogs. She didn't have to worry about ruining her clothes, even though her mother always complained it made her look too boyish.
    That may be true, but it was the sleek silk underneath her denim blues that made Lyssa feel feminine. However, that particular detail wasn't likely to come up in conversation between her and Cody any time soon.
    "I don't wear any jewelry when I'm working with dogs. Which is pretty much all the time."
    "You're not working with any dogs right now," he challenged her with a grin.
    "It's become a habit. I don't even think about it most of the time, unless someone brings it up."
    She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing as the pad of his thumbs made a slow pass over her lips. Then another.
    "And I'm guessing no lipstick either."
    "That's right."
    His lips tilted into a grin. "Generous mouth."
    She laughed at that. "Some would say a little too generous. In size and opinion."
    Lyssa sat there with Cody on the grass beneath the shady tree. He forced her eyes closed with his fingers. All of her senses seemed to explode to life. In the distance, she heard the sound of grazing cattle, the rustle of leaves blowing over bony roots protruding from the ground. If she was quiet enough she could swear she could hear the hammer of own heart beating with Cody's.
    He said her name so softly Lyssa wasn't sure she had actually heard it at all. But then his fingers cupped her cheeks again and she opened her eyes.
    Cody sat there, his lips just inches from hers. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly parted, his lips moist. He was going to kiss her. That realization sparked a