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“Dio, not that! Did I want armchairs? Slipper chairs? What does a slipper have to do with a chair?” Ened was the building It was an easy step I’d beco of structures, not just putting the my company, I decided to take a deep breath and—”

“And?”

And, what? What was he doing?

The details were surely boring to anyone but him

The hotel had begun as a one-shot, a practical way to establish his corporate nareat European city, but so an interest in it that went beyond schematics and cost projections

Now, he had other boutique hotels on the drawing board The industry knew about MS Enterprises’ new venture, but he’d kept the depth of his involvement private

Apeople know more than was necessary about him

“And?” Eain

Marco cleared his throat

“And, I’s turned out”

She laughed “Cohted”

“Well,” he said cautiously, “well, yes I guess you could say that”

“Absolutely, you could say that” She threw her head back, drew in a long breath of air “I’d forgotten the smell of Paris,” she said softly “Old, wonderful, so lovely”

Lovely, indeed

Her sculpted profile The graceful line of her throat The glint of sunlight streaking her hair, not loose as he would have wished it but at least only barely constrained today in a flowing ponytail