Dio l’aiuti—God help her—she would have to share a bed with him on occasion.

And, dio l’aiuti, the thought made her heat from the inside.

Ever since that particular aspect of their talk, it had felt as if a glow had been lit inside of her. His lips against her ear, his breath whispering on her skin...the heat it had ignited...

When he entered her apartment, impeccably dressed in a fashionable navy suit and striped pale-yellow tie, her heart made an involuntary skip. It skipped again when she caught his clean, freshly showered scent.

‘My apologies for the delay,’ he said, leaning in to give her the traditional kiss on each cheek.

Two little kisses; two tiny brushes of his lips against her skin, the hint of his warm breath on her...

her body responding to his proximity like a bee to a field

fine,’ she said, stepping away from him and opening her handbag on the pretext of checking her purse. If he looked at her now, he would see the colour she knew had bloomed on her face

promises they had no intention of keeping. They told lies, whether deliberately or not. Even her grandfather, a man she’d thought full of morality, had lied. Only after his death had she learned he’d had an affair decades ago—with her new sister-in-law’s mother, no less. If her grandfather could lie to the wife he loved so much, then what hope

man she trusted was her

didn’t want to think what the cause of Christian’s delay could

go with the doctor?’

would attend any further appointments with her. It would save him having to lie. It would

‘Your blood pressure?’

Everything is normal,’ she said, anticipating further questions along the same vein. Feeling more on an even keel and in control

There was a crisis at Bloomfield Bank

not as if we’re married or anything.’ She couldn’t deny a tiny bit of the cramp in her

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