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Heat washed over her and, at her blush, he smiled

Mortified and yet thrilled, too, she picked up her ca

His friend observed all with a raffish grin and then, as if bored, hugged Adonis goodbye

Oh, ! He would have to pass by her table!

She buried her face in her hands to avoid conversation, and he chuckled as he passed

Sonificant

Not wanting to think about that, she concentrated on the glittering rings of condensation on the ceralass

Rule nun countries do not pick up strange men, no matter how handsome or friendly or desirable they seem In particular, women don’t pick theainvillea and lots of sunshine and tourists

She told herself to grab her caet up and walk away! No! Run! She should run like she had last night She had no idea what sort of person he was

What if he was a gigolo or, worse, a serial killer?

Her mind returned to the G-word

A gigolo? Was the blond fellow a piolos even have piolos and their business plans

Regina frowned as she remembered the older woe veils hom she’d seen him yesterday in the red Maserati convertible The woina’s attention because she’d spotted the car in front of Illusions earlier

The driver had been the same elderly shopkeeper who’d sold her the cross, the senti in the sand, the scandalous pink-and-black lace underwear she earing now, her ski white sandals to match

Yesterday afternoon, when the older lady had dropped hi of the ihthis dark cheeks so many times Nor had she wondered why the older lady had been so reluctant to let hi the When he’d looked at Regina, he’d acted startled and had broken off the embrace

Suddenly, the little scene took on a darker, olo?

And what about that diaal, ed woman in the black Ferrari with him today? She, too, had driven him to the same beach and had kissed his cheeks almost as ardently as the other, older wo air, su him back to the Ferrari twice