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It was rude to stare. She knew that. But Gwen couldn’t help herself. Before her stood her fantasy of the perfect guy.

“Uh, um.” Words would be nice. Any words really. But nothing came to her. Why wasn’t her brain working? The dimples at the sides of his mouth deepened, mesmerizing Gwen.

“I did catch you before you hit the wall, didn’t I? You didn’t hit your head?” The laughter in his eyes told her he already knew the answer. And how much he enjoyed her current inability to process words.

“Thanks.” The word burst out, making her cringe. That was the word she had been searching for. Apparently, looking cool and collected was too much to ask. “I mean… yes, you caught me before I hit the wall. Sorry, I was just startled.”

He raised one eyebrow and coherent thought fled once again.