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Absurdly touched, he nuzzled her neck “At night, I’d play your transmissions over, just so I could look at you, hear your voice”

“Really?” She giggled, a rare sound frootten so sappy”

“We’ll keep it our little secret”

“Deal” She leaned back to look at his face “I have to ask you so It’s so lame, but I have to”

“What?”

“Was it ever” She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask “Before, with anyone else—”

“No” He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin “It was never, with no one else”

“Not for me, either” She simply breathed him in “Put your hands on me I want your hands on me”

“I can do that”

He did, tu with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean

chapter sixteen

Taking a break with Roarke wasn’t quite like stopping off at the deli for a quick veggie hash salad and soy coffee She wasn’t sure how he reat quantities of

They dined on succulent grilled lobster, drenched in real, creane so cold it frosted Eve’s throat A sy, exotic hybrids that sprinkled harue

Long before she could admit that she loved him, Eve had accepted the fact that she was addicted to the food he could summon up with the flick of a wrist

She soaked naked in a sht, her h sex She listened to the song of night birds—no sirant air like tears