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The touch of irony in his voiceat last? Just a little,to push it ‘You rown up about it, though the prospect of staying in a pink palace, and one as beautiful as this, would have excited anyone

‘The stone is pink because ulf,’ Ethan explained ‘The pink hue is due to the millions of tiny shells and fossils locked in the rocks’

‘What a ical explanation’ And romantic, Savannahof the journey He ht as hard as he could to keep his distance froht her to one of thepink or soft or fe her his palazzo ‘The Palace of the Golden Sunset,’ she murmured happily as the limousinecobbled streets

‘Can you see the frag towards her again

His enthusiasm was framed in a scholarly tone, but he was clearly determined to share this with her, and he didn’t need to tell her how much he loved his palazzo when she could feel his passion like a war her face to theIn soround to shohere the original walls must have stood, but at others she could see what remained of the crooked fingers towards the blazing sky

‘Much of the structure dates from medieval times,’ Ethan continued

Like the thinking of its master? Savannah wondered What would it take to have Ethan see her as a grooned to his record label? And was she sure she wanted him to think about her that way? Wasn’t it safer to remain as she was—a ward under his protection?

It was beyond the scope of Savannah’s i the sexual attentions of a man like Ethan, and as the limousine slowed to pass beneath a narrow stone archway she told herself how lucky it was that this was only destined to be a short stay Any longer and she’d definitely fall in love with him

The paparazzi would soon find another story and she’d be able to return home But if she was so confident about that, as she wracked by shivers of anticipation at the prospect of staying with Ethan?

Because she was tired, Savannah told herself fir uncomfortable hat lay ahead when she was pinned into a dress that felt own?

‘This gateway is called the Porta Monteguzzo’

She paid attention as Ethan distracted her, and was about to answer hirowled

‘Hungry?’ he prompted

‘I’ when she had last eaten And did she dare to eat when another crumb of food on her hips own and she had no clothes of her own to wear yet? ‘Porta Monteguzzo,’ she repeated, both in an atteain to uzzo” mean “food”, in Italian?’

‘You’re thinking of gusto, perhaps?’