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I stare at Chris’s broad shoulders as he attends the food He’s left ht breakfast was important

"Mr Merit?" the wo me out of my reverie

"Yes, hi Mr Merit would like a toothbrush and toothpaste, please"

"Of course," the woht up"

I replace the receiver and head for the coffee pot, relance at Chris as he fills two plates with his creations and he s withles an eyebrow "I like you even better out of my robe"

Heat rushes overand sexy "I’d look better showered and dressed like you"

"I guess that’s afrolow from a compliment from Chris Merit? "How do you like your coffee?"

"Lots of creah at this announcement

His brows dip "What’s funny about creae"

"I expected you to say you like it straight up You know The whole biker, cool artist persona I thought you’d want your coffee so strong and black it grows extra hair on your chest"

"I have plenty of hair on ar with my poison"

It’s an odd comment and like so many others with Chris, I suspect it co enough forhe will be Already,a desire to live in the next one

He was right He’s dangerous Or erous I’m not sure why he’s warned erous and I’ve never wanted to live on the edge more in my life

Chapter Twenty

A few minutes later, my toothbrush and toothpaste have been sent to us via a chute in the wall by the fridge that resembles the drive-thru bank , which Chris had found a with Chris at his kitchen table, each of us with coffee sweetened with hazelnut creamer, which is apparently not easy to find in Paris and is a favorite of his