His breath is warm on her lips, and it feels like her heart is racing a thousand miles an hour. How many nights has she dreamed of this chance, this one moment? How long has she been fighting herself, telling herself this is a mistake, that it will destroy their working relationship? How long has she been trying to convince herself that that kiss in his mother's sitting room didn't mean anything?

Oh she was wrong, so very wrong. And glad of it, in this moment. In this moment, he is all she wants, and want is a very pale word for the emotion roaring in her head.

Which is why the sharp three knocks at the door literally steals her breath away.