“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.

he and Piper had begun their liaison, there

there on the stairs.

spontaneous embrace. While she never drew away from his displays of affection, she had been more circumspect in offering her own since they reached the villa. He didn’t know if that was because

a pregnancy into account, or not. He’d also resisted talking any more about

behind them. “Are you ready to go back

window, she did not answer for

hard to leave here.” He began divesting himself of

want

ask what she wanted to know. There was only one thing causing worry

with himself, wanted her to be pregnant. Then he could be selfish and convince her to marry him despite the lack

his thumb. “I have something more interesting to focus

her expression soft and yearning. “Do

“Can you doubt it?”

her, to touch her, to show her that in this at

that was exactly what he

wasn’t even a little surprised by his excessive efficiency. She was

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