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looked at
David with a cocked brow.
    The contour of Eros’ pink, pouty lips moved
slowly as he said, “Enchantè,” and kissed my hand. His touch felt
like a warm, steady current running through my hand and up my arm.
And his voice… the sound of his musical voice streaming through my
ears seemed to carry a magnetic spell that wouldn’t let me turn
away. “Have we met?”
    “No,” I said, trying to look away.
    “I swear I’ve met you before,” he told me. “I
never forget a face.”
    I felt my heart beating faster as he took a
step forward and closer to me, my hand still in his. Our eyes
locked, and my surroundings fell away. All I could see was him.
    “Eros…” David’s voice was a little deeper
than normal.
    “Oui?”
    “Isis will be my wife someday.”
    “I gathered.” Eros released my hand and
turned away from me. “I assume she knows about us—our race?”
    “She does.”
    “Well…” Eros raised his brows, eyes wide. “To
know that one day you’ll have such a lovely creature as your wife is… I’m speechless. My congratulations to you both and good
luck. You’ll need it.”
    “Thank you,” David said.
    Eros reached into his coat pocket and pulled
out a pair of glasses and a handkerchief. He patted his forehead
with the white piece of cloth.
    “The heat is unbearable in Greece this time
of year.” Eros looked me over from head to toe. “You’ll find out
just how hot it can get.”
    “She’s used to this type of weather,” David
said as he hooked an arm around my waist.
    “The heat doesn’t bother me,” I agreed.
    Sitting in the living room, Eros and David
continued with small talk. All the while, Eros stared at me,
insistent on holding my attention. I felt annoyed because no matter
how hard I tried I couldn’t stop staring back.
    “Are you okay?” David squeezed my hand.
    I peeled my eyes away from Eros. “Why
wouldn’t I be?”
    “You seem distracted.”
    “Not at all.” I forced a smile. “I’m just
listening to the conversation.”

 
     

    “I’m sick of
lodging at hotels. There’s nothing like waking up to see the faces
of your family,” Eros said to David as they retrieved Eros’ luggage
from his car.
    Watching them from the front door, I tried to
figure out why I felt attracted to Eros. I couldn’t ignore the fact
that he was gorgeous, but I had yet to meet a deity that wasn’t.
Only, his looks weren’t what appealed to me. It was something else
that I couldn’t put my finger on. As I observed him from a
distance, I saw that his style of dressing was the reason he looked
older than David. I wondered about his real age, but then I
remembered that you could never be sure with immortals.
    “You say you visited my home in America?”
David asked him, walking through the door.
    “Oui, I went to your new village, and there
was nothing there. Why would you even consider investing in real
estate?”
    “It’s a town, not a village. And it’s a nice
change.”
    “A boring change, if you ask me. At least, I
could never live there.” Eros removed his coat after he set his
luggage down. He carried more suitcases than a southern bell, I
thought. “It would depress me and put a damper on my business.”
    “What business are you in?” I asked.
    “You haven’t spoken to her of me, mon frère?”
Eros frowned at David.
    “Once, but that was the worst decision I’ve
ever made,” David said to him. “No offense.”
    “Has he been spreading filthy rumors about
me?” Eros’ eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Don’t believe a
word.”
    “Actually,” I told him, “David’s never
mentioned you.”
    “I did tell you about him once. I never
mentioned him by name, but it was the day of the incident—with your
hand.”
    “Eros is the friend that you went to visit to
make me fall in love with you?” It all started to make sense. I
started to understand why I felt attracted to Eros. He could make
me feel this way. But why would he do that to me when David