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But she knew Cristiano wasn’t the man ould convince her of that So she’d take these teeks and get out of the Cristiano was a lost cause, especially when she was fighting herself as well, her own impossible desires and dreaive in

And what a sweet surrender it had been

Sighing, she stretched and then sat up in bed She didn’t knohat the day held, or what Cristiano would act like now she truly was his lover His mistress

The door to the bedroo the sheet up to cover herself Cristiano stood in the doorway freshly showered and dressed with two cups of coffee

‘Good ’

‘Good ’ Laurel took the cup of coffee he handed her, cradling the war between her palms

‘We leave for Paris in a couple of hours’

‘So soon?’

‘I need to ht’

Laurel nodded slowly and took a sip of coffee ‘All right’ She was excited to go to France, to escape the confines of Rome and its recently made memories She wanted to be somewhere neith Cristiano

He turned away, his eyes narrowed as he gazed out at the bright sunshine of a su off the s and roofs of Rome; he looked so iilded in sunlight

‘Cristiano’ Laurel’s voice wavered and he turned, dark eyebrows raised in query ‘Thank you’

A tiny smile quirked his mouth ‘Now, that was unexpected’

‘I know I haven’t been particularly grateful for your intervention,’ Laurel alloith a s smile ‘But I am I don’t knohat I would have done if you hadn’t stepped in’