Clunk. The elevator gave a small jolt.Cecily wasn’t ready for it, and her body tipped sideways—straight toward the man beside her.She gasped, too late to grab the handrail. The crisp collar of his white shirt brushed her forehead, and now that she was close, she could catch the scent on him—cool, clean, with just the faintest trace of tobacco.“Cecily!”Laura, having steadied herself, saw what happened and rushed to pull her upright.Just as she fell, Cecily had felt a hand slip around her waist—long fingers, strong at the wrist—catching her with practiced ease.“You okay, Cecily?”Laura’s concern was genuine.Thanks to the Vince’s quick reflexes, Cecily hadn’t actually fallen. Still, she’d never had such close physical contact with any man other than Adam Garcia. Straightening up, she gave Laura a small shake of the head, then glanced at the man.Vince Boucheron’s face showed no trace of emotion. But—His hand was still at her waist.The heat from his palm was scorching through the
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