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His voice held a deliberate edge, and his eyes were blazing silver fire Or maybe ice, for he looked so cold now—even conte to hable

‘Together for two years,’ Margo allowed, determined to stay reasonable, ‘but we’ve hardly had what most people would call a “nore cities, in restaurants and hotels—’

‘Which is how you wanted it’

‘And how you wanted it too It was an affair, Leo A—a fling’

‘A two-year fling’

She rose froitated now, and paced in front of the picturethat overlooked the Île de la Cité It was so strange and unsettling to have Leo here in her apartment, her sanctuary, when he’d never come to her home before Restaurants and hotels, yes—anonys sexthat hat they’d agreed That was all she could let herself have

The risk of trying for reat She knehat it was like to lose everything—even your own soul She couldn’t go through that again She wouldn’t

Not even for Leo

‘You seem upset,’ Leo remarked tonelessly

‘I just didn’t expect this’

‘As it happens, neither did I’

He rose fro, on the daure see roos—her throw pillows and porcelain ornaer pacing the cage of a kitten

‘I thought et married,’ he remarked

She turned on hi ‘What a ridiculous, sexist assumption! And I, in any case, am not “most women”’

‘No,’ Leo agreed silkily ‘You’re not’

His eyes blazed with intent then—an intent that o’s breath catch in her chest

The sexual chemistry between theht of hi a single glass of white hile she went over her notes for the next day’sHe’d strolled over to the bar and slid onto the stool next to hers, and the little hairs on the back of her neck had prickled She’d felt as if she were finally co alive