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Francesca left hian to walk She felt confused and erand passion to run its course? Should she risk her heart and her future on a man? Should she place herself in the most vulnerable of positions and say, “Here I am, take me, make love to me, and then discard me”?

But the truth was that SebastianThere were times when he seemed to understand her better than she understood herself Surely that ? she told herself, as she reached the corner

That hen she heard the step behind her She kneho it was—she didn’t need to glance back—and knowing that she could recognize him from his step made her want to push him away For her own self-preservation

“Stop following me,” she said

“You asked me to follow you,” Sebastian replied in his deep voice

“I asked you to look after my family”

“Da? Are you going to stroll all the way back to Wensted Square? Alone?”

“No”

He’d co at her, but she wouldn’t look at him

“Then what are you doing?” His voice dropped, became a caress

She felt her body respond,

“I’ to stroll all the way to Half Moon Street,” she said “Will you come with me?”

Francesca knew she was burning her bridges She was taking Aphrodite’s advice, soined possible Heart beating fast, she turned to face him

He was staring into her eyes, reading the without words And then he sers smoothed the cloth as if it were her skin “It would be my pleasure,” he said