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She had visited the city once on a school trip, when she was fifteen, and even at that tender age she had recognised it as one of the most romantic cities in the world Luc Gambrelli and Paris could be an irresistible combination!

‘Why, indeed?’ Luc conceded dryly ‘You’re right I was going to invite you to accompany me—’

‘No!’ she told him adamantly ‘No, no, no!’

He raised that arrogant eyebrow again ‘One refusal would have been sufficient, Darci,’ he observed

She ly ‘No,’ she told him firmly

‘But you haven’t heard the full invitation yet, Darci,’ he taunted

‘I don’t need to’ Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling deeply green ‘There is no way I would ever agree to accompany you to Paris—or indeed anywhere else—for the weekend’

‘Little prude,’ Luc drawled ‘What if I were to pro a bed, that my intentions are not in the least dishonourable?’

‘It isn’t a question of that…’

‘Isn’t it?’ he queried softly

No, it really wasn’t The truth was, no matter what Luc’s intentions—honourable or otherwise—it was herself she didn’t dare trust if she went to Paris with him at the weekend Not when she was already in love with him…

‘Why do you want me to accompany you to Paris?’ she probed cautiously

He sat back, regarding her with cool consideration ‘I have a party to attend, and I would like you to go with ,’ he finally murmured slowly