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just want to head back to our rooms?” I asked.

He led me to the dance floor under the moonlight, and my entire body was awake and aware. “Dancing with you means you are in my arms.”

I glanced at the lights in the trees and laughed. When I first planned my wedding, Marlon had nixed the lights above the dance floor.

Yep, he’d been stupid. Quentin had me. All he had to do was ask. I was his, and it wasn’t the magic of the flickering lights.

My body flowed with his. “This is enchanting.”

He spun me away from the other dancers, “They don’t have vineyards where you’re from?”

I laughed. The land was shale in Pittsburgh. I shook my head. “No. I’m not from Napa Valley. I did work in a bottling factory, until recently, so I do understand the manufacturing numbers involved.”

His forehead met mine. “All of France has different grapes. We love our wines.”

And this was how I was his. Smooth hadn’t been easy for me, and he oozed this sophistication. “I understand. Our cultures are not alike.”

His lips curved into a sly smile as he said, “French women are not so forward at the beginning and then pull back after.”

I laughed, but I stayed in his arms as I asked, “If I was French, how would our meeting have been different?”

“You’d have never spoken to me on the train after you kissed me and told me to get another spot.” He trailed his hands up and down my spine.

Part of me wondered if I should just say no and let him go, but then I figured fate brought us together, and I’d never see him once the trip ended. “But then we’d not be here.”

“And you like being here?”

My lips tingled. I wanted him. I’d never stop him. “I can’t imagine being anywhere else, Quentin.”

He kissed my cheek and said, “You’re more intoxicating than wine tonight, Kara.”

I hugged him and wished maybe I did believe in romance and love and futures. It would be nice to be with him for more than a minute. “I need to hear this and more.”

The song ended and people clapped like we had danced well. He then traced my side and asked, “Are you done with your dinner?”

Hope surged through me. I wanted him, and my feelings were all mixed up in my simple answer. “Yes.”

“Let’s take the bottle back to our rooms,” he said, and we went to our table for the wine and glasses.

“Lead the way.”

And if he invited me into his room, I’d go. Maybe good sex was exactly what some women whispered about.

I wouldn’t know if those were lies or truths. I’d never experienced anything as earth moving as Quentin.

All he had to do was ask, but as we neared our room, he waited near mine.

I took out my key and opened it.

He then waved and went to his room, leaving me alone.

What happened to the wine? My mind raced as I wasn’t sure if anything happened now. He’d just invited me, right?

So why was I alone as I glanced at the adjoining door?

My body ricocheted with confusion. I’d have to stay right where I was until I calmed down.

Chapter 6

Quentin

Walking away from Kara was difficult. If my phone hadn’t buzzed a dozen times like there was some emergency in an ER I no longer worked at, I’d have just turned it off.

Kara’s bed waited for me. I knew I could slip her panties down her legs and remove her bra—discover what color her nipples were. As a doctor, I’d seen plenty of breasts in my day, but the question had been burned in my mind since we’d met.

Kara naked and writhing under me would be something I’d never forget and craved to get started on right away.

I scrolled through the many silent calls I’d missed, but most of them were my brother’s old friends. They must have taken the first flight out of whatever part of America they lived in.

Like they knew I was checking the screen, it rang. Simon. I answered fast and rolled a t-shirt over my fit body to stay warm.

“Quentin, finally, man. When does your train get in?”

I went to the window and clicked speakerphone. The wind rattled the glass as I said, “It doesn’t. Mechanical difficulties.”

“We’re here now. Are you in Paris?”

I glanced at the full moon. Kara’s warmness seemed close. “I’ll be in Monte Carlo tomorrow. We can talk then.”

“Yes, I’ll talk some sense into you. You can’t just give up like this.”

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