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close, and his lips against hers seemed like a dream.
    Afterwards, she
wouldn’t be able to say how they got into the hotel and up to his room, but she
would remember the wonderful night, and eventually falling asleep in his arms.
    I’ve never
felt this much at home before.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Laura woke after
just a few hours and slipped out of bed.
    What a
wonderful, crazy, and enchanted day. Life sure took peculiar turns at times.
    It seemed
prudent to take a peek in the mirror and check that she didn’t have mascara all
over her face, or something equally silly.
    Marc slept,
snoring softly, and didn’t seem to notice her leaving or coming back. This
might be her one chance to curl up to him, a once in a lifetime opportunity,
and she smiled when he wrapped an arm around her, murmuring something in his
sleep.
    The next time
she woke the doors were open all through the suite and warm sunlight filled the
room. Marc sat on the side of the bed, dressed in one of the hotel’s white
robes, caressing her hair.
    “Wake up,
sleeping beauty. It’s time for breakfast, and if you don’t come by yourself I
both can and will carry you outside.”
    “Oh… It’s
morning. Good morning.”
    I thought
he’d want nothing more to do with me once morning came and he wasn’t drunk
anymore.
    Here he was,
still being nice to her. He took her hand and brushed his lips against her
fingers.
    “The convention
doesn’t start for a couple of hours yet. We’ll have to be there, but it’s no
big hurry.”
    The way he said we filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling. His face didn’t look as bad as
she expected, and he definitely didn’t seem as hung-over as she expected.
    I thought I
would have to pull you out of bed and dress you to get to your job on time, or
have to call the arrangers and say you wouldn’t come.
    If she went through all the things he’d done the previous day, she’d probably fall
down dead.
    She anticipated
his lips on hers, but he dropped a robe on her instead, and she plodded after
him through the large rooms, into the sunshine on a balcony she didn’t know
existed. A sumptuous breakfast table waited.
    Did I sleep
through you calling room service and someone bringing all this?
    It didn’t seem
likely, but there was no other logical explanation. Maybe she was still
dreaming.
    He poured a
glass of juice for her, and it tasted real enough. She nibbled a croissant and
sipped some juice and coffee, but mostly played with the food, pretending she
didn’t watch him read the newspaper. He looked so handsome it almost hurt, and
if he wasn’t feeling good, he hid it well.
    When he finally
folded the paper up and put it on the table, he gave her a long glance.
    “So what do you
say?”
    She blinked a
couple of times, but the question didn’t make any more sense after thinking
about it.
    “About what?”
    He flashed a
smile that made her melt.
    “About us. I
like you. I want to see you again.”
    The future
seemed very far away, she hadn’t thought further than the next few hours, and
the mere idea of later in the day or even tomorrow was overwhelming.
    “I would like
that.”
    Marc got to his
feet and bent down to kiss her cheek.
    “Good.”
    Should she
follow him inside or stay where she was? Luckily, he returned before she had to
make any decisions of that magnitude. He squinted at a cell phone.
    “And how the
hell do you add people to this thing?”
    He tossed it in
her lap before she had the chance to open her mouth.
    “You’ll stay
with me at the convention today, right? Figure out how to put yourself in this.
I want your cell number so I can text you.”
    “I…”
    There was no
way out of confessing it, but the fact embarrassed her beyond belief.
    “I sort of
dropped mine a while ago and never got around to getting a new one, and…”
    She trailed
off, feeling her cheeks heat under his astonished stare.
    “Are you
serious? Wow, I haven’t met anyone without a cell phone for so long I