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You’re the richest country in the world, and the women don’t eat.”
    â€œHey, not guilty. As you can see by the size of my ass.”
    â€œTempting. Let’s see how well you do with your dinner first.”
    She glanced uncertainly at him and caught his low-lidded look. It seemed incredible, but the man was actually turned on at the thought of her nontoned ass. His words hadn’t been enough to convince her, but his thickening brogue was telling.
    It was all very strange. Not to mention marvelous. And oh-so-slightly alarming.

Chapter 5
    S he did very well. Polished it all off and then ordered ice cream. He watched in pure delight. And thanked God again he was nowhere near his Change.
    Keeping his hands—and mouth!—to himself was beginning to be a sore task. It hadn’t been a problem when she’d been so miserably ill, but she was obviously feeling better…he could hardly talk to her; his tongue felt thick in his mouth. She was just so—just so adorable—alive and sexy and fragrant. When he’d tugged on one of her glossy curls, it had taken nearly everything he had to keep from plunging both hands in her hair and taking her mouth.
    He’d been wild with worry for her and hadn’t left her side for a moment since she threw up her lunch on his shoes. He was going to see that chef ’s head on a pike—or his name on a termination slip—before the sun set again.
    â€œThat’s better,” she sighed, patting her mouth with a napkin. It was a lovely mouth; wide-lipped and generous. When she smiled, her upper lip formed a sorceress’s bow. He had to concentrate very hard on not sucking that lip into his mouth. “Now about my imminent departure. Not that you haven’t been a perfect gentleman. Because you have. Yes, indeedy! But, bottom line, I haven’t known you for twenty hours.” She stood and began pacing. “So I’m definitely not sleeping in your hotel room. Anymore, I mean.”
    â€œS’dona sleep,” he teased, catching her hand and pulling her toward him. Her dark gaze caught him, held him. A line appeared between her eyebrows as she frowned. He kissed the line.
    â€œNow listen here, Grabby McGee…ah!”
    He kissed the sweet slope of her neck and was lost. He might not have been, had she not instinctively leaned into the caress of his mouth. He reached up, found the soft splendor of her hair, and caught her mouth with his. She smelled like surprise and vanilla-bean ice cream.
    â€œOh, God,” she said, almost groaned, into his mouth. “You’re like a dream. The best dream I ever had.”
    â€œI was thinking the same thing.”
    â€œWhat? I’m sorry, your accent—” She giggled and kissed his chin. “It’s so thick I can barely understand you. Which, by the way, I’ll take as a compliment to my own massive sexiness.”
    â€œY’should. Stay with me.”
    â€œI can’t.” She was wriggling—regretfully, but still wriggling—out of his grasp. Trying, anyway. He had no trouble whatsoever keeping her in the circle of his arms. “I’m sorry. I’d love to. I can’t. Leggo.”
    â€œBut you must.” He found her breast—not easy, given its encasement in sensible gray flannel—and cupped it in his palm. The firm, warm weight made his head swim. “You’re for me and I’m for you, lovely Giselle. Besides, I’m not going to let you leave.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œBesides, what if you heave?”
    â€œOh. I thought—look, I feel fine. I don’t think I’ll be sick again.”
    â€œBut what if y’are? I promised Dr. Madison I’d look after you for the next twenty-four hours. It’s only been about six.”
    â€œBut I feel fine.”
    â€œBut I promised.”
    â€œWell…if you promised…and if it’s doctor’s orders…” She was