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up to the standard I demand. More than this, I accused you of lying yesterday. I was wrong, and I take back everything I said.” He paused. “Everything.”
    What had he said? Elise groped in her mind. I even deluded myself into thinking you returned my love. That she returned his love. Oh, how much. How often in the last day had she castigated herself for choosing her job above him? Now she had neither. She’d thrown one away and lost the other. Integrity and honesty reviewing expensive restaurants that only the elite could afford counted for nothing next to the love that burned through her for this man.
    She forced her voice into action, moving lips suddenly gone stiff. “I accept your apology.”
    “Thank you.” He sounded subdued. “The last morsels are for you alone, and to take with you.”
    He shot Maya an apologetic smile and she shrugged and spread her hands. “Fine by me.”
    “Unless,” he said to Elise, his voice deepening into the rasp she always associated with the bedroom, ‘You want to share them with me.”
    She swallowed.
    “Elise, please take me back.” Without warning, he dropped down on to one knee, the emotion on his face raw and unconcealed by any semblance of civilization. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you. Even if I hadn’t discovered what happened, I would have found you. I’m a fool. I shouldn’t have let a mere meal come between us.”
    Everyone in the place gasped. A mere meal? Had he really said that?
    But she took no notice of anyone else. Tears sprang to her eyes, trickled down her cheeks. She did nothing to stop them. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip. “Elise, don’t. I’m not worth it. I’ll accept your gracious acceptance of my apology and say no more.”
    How could she stop herself? She didn’t want to. Now she’d realized what really mattered in her life, how could she send him away again?
    She reached out and touched him, her hand resting on his wrist, where the pulse beat hard and strong. He opened his eyes, focussing on the physical connection between them. “No. I want you back, too. I should have talked to you, trusted you, known you would never produce a meal like that.”
    He covered her hand. “I don’t deserve you.” He got to his feet, holding her hand now, and she let him, drawing her close, he delivered one tender kiss. “I couldn’t have borne it if I’d lost you.”
    The other diners burst into applause.
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    Remy didn’t wait for the restaurant to close but took her home, pausing only to change his kitchen whites for street clothes. He snagged the final amuse-bouches, now encased in Girard’s signature gold box, and climbed into the taxi someone had called for them. He held her hand all the way there, but didn’t do anything else. His eyes told her why, burning, eating her up with desire. If he moved closer, they might not get out of the taxi at the other end for quite some time.
    He almost dragged her into his apartment, slamming the door behind them with a careless kick, and taking her straight through to the bedroom. He couldn’t wait, feared waiting in case she disappeared in a puff of mist. After dumping the gold box on the bedside table, he pulled her close and finally took her mouth in a passionate kiss. She opened for him, as hot as he was, driving him crazy.
    He unzipped her dress, and moved away just enough to let it fall to the floor. It puddled at their feet on the bare, polished wood, abandoned and unmourned. His jacket joined it a moment later, and then his T-shirt. He moaned softly and bent to nuzzle her neck. “Remy.” She sighed his name, a benison, as he unclipped her bra and eased it off her to join the growing pile of clothes.
    “Elise, my Elise.”
    He could say that now, his need for her rampant, to reclaim her as his. This time he wasn’t letting her go, wouldn’t give her a chance.
    The rest of their clothes followed in quick succession and he eased her on to the bed, leaning over her,