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Of course it wasn’t Lucien Maybe it was just soination had sketched in the rest

She turned her eyes back to theas the train slid smoothly out of the station It was the country she had cole non!

CHAPTER TWO

HERsexy, dark-haired Frenchain

Veronica knelt on the -seat and peeped down at the bar across the street, keeping back at the edge of the curtains so that if he glanced up he wouldn’t see her face at the open

Not that it was likely He was sitting at his usual table against the wall, just inside the bank of glass doors that had been folded back to open up the quirky little bar to the street, his back to the strip of pavelossy black colass of beer sat by his hand, and he was dividing his attention between his newspaper and the attractive brunette polishing glasses behind the bar, as having a lazy disagree the bottles

Business was sloith only one other customer further inside The bar didn’t really hot up until after dark, then it would be ja with Latin Aht, when the shutters went up and the patrons were shooed away in a chorus of happy farewells—ue the trapped sound was funnelled upwards on the hot air, and she had found that without the s open the second floor apart a 101-degree temperature

Her first two days in Paris had been an exercise in frustration Confined to her apartment except for brief, wobbly forays to la pharmacie around the corner and the tiny convenience store a few doors up from the bar, Veronica had had little to do but s pills, sleep, drink gallons of water, watch the wonderful world of cable television and gaze out herat her truncated view of Paris

Her wistful eye had first spied the sexy, dark stranger after she had returned from a cautious, exploratory expedition to test her recovery He had been sitting at the sa a bowl of coffee, idly turning the pages of a French newspaper, a pair of wraparound sunglasses dangling from the chest pocket of his polo shirt

He looked to be somewhere in his late twenties, suntanned, fit and

healthy, and she had envied hi down the fruity yoghurt that had been all her stomach could handle for the past few days As she had brooded on his slashing profile she had also felt a purely fele that had followed her down for her nap

She had quickly realised the futility of trying to co few days, and had pared down her hts on her wish-list, but as her appetite and energy had returned in full measure she had ramped up her expectations and thrown herself wholeheartedly into the pursuit of Paris, hungering for hts and sensations

And every tiue, or looked out the apart at a certain table with a little flutter of anticipation

She hadn’t really expected to see hiain, but he had been there several ti, with a coffee, and at various tilass of wine and a newspaper She didn’t think he was a tourist, she never saw hiuidebook—those ubiquitous supplies that every visitor to Paris had grafted to their person—and he see away froiven the different times of the day she had seen hiular hours, anyway And he was always alone

Like Veronica…