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Cristo!

What in hell was he thinking? She was brave but she was also naïve He had asked for her trust; she had given it Was this hoould repay her?

Marco tore his mouth from hers He drew her hands to her sides and waited until, at last, her lashes lifted and her eyes, blurred and the color of the sea, met his

“Forgive one

CHAPTER FOUR

According to the lighted nu

Marco was still wide awake

He’d tossed and turned and all he’d succeeded in doing wasa Gordian knot of the bed linens When the numbers on the face of the clock radio hit four, he ave it up

His triplex penthouse was silent Charles’s roo on the lower level; the housekeeper wouldn’t be in until seven Good He really wasn’t in the ht now

He rose from the bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and then went down the curved wood-and-glass staircase and along the hall to the kitchen The espressocoffee, opened the French doors that led to the terrace and stepped outside

It was only Septe as it whipped through the Wollemi pines and Sicilian olive trees that for arm of the terrace

He’d been far too busy to involve hi of the condo itself or of the terrace He’d instructed his designer to use lots of glass and pale woods; she had worked on the plans for weeks and then presented coh thes like “Good” and “Fine” and “Very nice” until he came to the plans for the terrace

The d

esigner showed an arrange center on the htly suspected he would never find tis of shrubs, flowers and succulents

And, for the first ti specific