“You know he reminds me a little of Art, only different,” Piper said.

“The contractor?”

“Jean-René. He flirts. All the time, but there is no sexual heat behind it.”

“And there was with Art.”

“Yes. He accused me of being immaturely jealous, but after seeing Jean-René in action, I can say definitely that the intent behind the flirting makes all the difference.”

“Yes, Jean-René is a Frenchman. He flirts with a ninety-year-old grandmother as warmly as he would a runway model.”

Piper nodded. “It’s all about making a woman smile, without making her feel like sexual prey.”

“Art did not understand the difference?”

“How could he? Any woman even halfway attractive to him was sexual prey.” The disgust that tinged Piper’s tone was a definite improvement over the grief that used to lie so heavily on her when she talked about her ex.

Or rather, he only flirted with intent and since he and Piper had begun

there on the stairs. “No,

the villa. He didn’t know if that was

need to discuss their future when they did not know whether they needed to take a pregnancy into account, or not. He’d also resisted talking

behind them. “Are you ready to go back to

she did not answer for

leave here.” He began divesting

want

know. There was

himself, wanted her to be pregnant. Then he could be selfish and convince her to marry him despite the lack of love between them. It would be the best thing for the baby and he trusted her

her shoulder, caressing her nape with his thumb. “I have something

him, her expression

“Can you doubt it?”

for him to kiss her, to touch her, to show her

exactly what he

already made an appointment for the next morning with her doctor. She wasn’t even a little surprised by his excessive efficiency. She was a bit startled by the fact that he’d gotten

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255