She avoided his eyes—she could do this. Andy would be embarrassed too, she reassured herself, but when she looked at him again to check the validity of that thought, he winked at her like a mischievous six-year-old. The emotion that shone out of those wicked green eyes was not embarrassment. It was pure unholy amusement. She looked away hurriedly and ran her fingers over the thin white tape as she psyched herself up for something she definitely wasn’t comfortable with. He wasn’t going to go away. And she wasn’t going to let him know how hard this would be. So, she let her breath out and moved closer. Her words came out quietly as she compressed her lips. ‘Let’s get it over with then.’ Andy stood tall, lifted his chin, and spoke to the top of her head. ‘That was brusque. I wouldn’t like you to be too thrilled at the prospect of measuring my manly stature.’ ‘I’ll try not to be.’ She lifted his arm and he let it flop down again without taking the weight.
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