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My pulse sped along, h my body, and I stifled a whimper when Vance released iving the impression he needed to put them somewhere else, so he wouldn’t put them on me

“Are you okay?” He said it so quietly, it was heartbreaking “Was that okay?”

“It was more than okay,” I whispered back

He nodded, yet it looked like he didn’t knohat to do with that inforle step and went to fetch Petra, who after reassurances fro But this ti praise

When it beca rooot up off the couch and wandered the sant store because my nap earlier had only deferred , I’d fall asleep

The place had a ars like it was art Brass table legs were paired hite marble tops and spaced equal distance fro shoppers plenty of roole stack of pants on the table nearest n in each size

The door to the front opened, and ain theThe guy, who looked to be around thirty, scanned the place until his gaze landed on me

French spilled from his mouth as he strolled forward

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t speak French”

“Ah, American?”

“Yes”

“You lish was excellent, with barely an accent, but it wasn’t French either German? Austrian? He had dark blond hair and a day’s worth of scruff covering his dimples when he smiled

“No,” I said “I don’t work here”

He’d strutted in with so er, I i for ht Vance oozed cockiness, this guy was an arrogance bomb He wore black jeans and a simple fitted t-shirt with a brand nanize His sneakers were probably several thousand dollars, and the clunky silver watch around his wrist was the expensive accessory to coness was so strong, it overpowered his cologne

I couldn’t tell if this guy had money, or just wanted people to think he did Monaco here the filthy rich caht out the wannabes As the man stared at me expectantly, his s