his lap, with her head under his chin. His right thigh muscle was falling asleep. He didnât care.
âMaybe,â he said, âthatâs really why you came to Paris.â
âWhat do you mean? I couldnât possibly have known about my dad.â
âNo. But you had questions about your life, right? You were looking for something. You knew something wasnât right at home.â Like the fiancé, Will thought. But sheâd gotten touchy when he brought up the creep before, so he didnât want to mention him again.
âMaybe I did. In fact, I think youâre right.â
âYe gods. A woman who admitted a man was right?â
She cocked her head back, nearly cracking his chin. âDonât rub it in. Youâre next.â
âWhat do you mean, Iâm next?â
âI meanâ¦maybe I landed in your life at this specific time for a reason, too.â
âYeah. Fabulous luck.â
She kissed him. Clearly reluctantly. But she couldnât let the compliment pass, and even after a long, long lip suck, that elephantine memory came back. âMaybe fate brought us together because we were both meant to solve our father issues.â
âIâll go along with the fate thing. But I think fate had incredible sex on its mind. That weâd find each other for this moment of time. And itâd be earth-shatteringly fantastic.â
âOkay,â she murmured. âThat, too.â And did the lip-suck thing again. âWill?â
âWhat now?â
âIâm so hungry I canât think. And itâs been an awful day.â
âSo you want toââ
âMake love,â she finished, as if that made perfect sense to her.
It did to him, too.
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W HEN K ELLY WOKE up the next morning, the impossibly bright sun matched her mood perfectly. In spite of everything, sheâd slept like a child, one of those healing, safe sleeps that renewed her spirits.
And that was a good thing, because nerves promptly gnawed on her conscience the instant she sat up. What should she do about her father? How was she going to handle Jason? What should she say to her mother? What should she do next? Why had her mom never told her the truth? Was there one thing in her life that made sense anymore?
So much for a restful nightâs sleep. The whole mess was overwhelming. She sank back against the pillows and pulled the sheet over her head.
A few minutes later, though, she felt the sheet being tugged off her. Will was standing naked with a skillet in his hand. The aroma reached her even before she saw the contents. Technically, breakfast was just scrambled eggs, but heâd added herbs and cheese. âCoffee, too.â
âAm I still dreaming, or did you turn into a hero while I was sleeping?â
âYouâre not still dreaming. Itâs me. Your hero.â But he looked at her hard before teasing any further. âYeah, I figured youâd be chewing your fingernails before even getting out of bed, Ms. Guilt Queen. So come on. Iâm serving breakfast on the balcony. And after that, I have a plan.â
âIâd follow that cute butt anywhere,â she told him.
âDonât embarrass me before breakfast.â
âYouâre walking around naked. Is it even possible to embarrass you?â It was easy to tease him, yet Kelly still felt a headache threatening behind her temples. Her whole spirit felt trounced from yesterdayâs revelations. Or maybe from the whole week of traumas. Five days. Sheâd been in Paris five days.
In those five short days, sheâd lost her identityâphysically and emotionally. Sheâd been mugged. Sheâd lost the life sheâd had. Sheâd taken an irrepressible, unforgettable lover, when sheâd never been the kind of woman to âtake lovers.â Or even to find lovers.
Will set down the tray on the metal table on the bitsy balcony before he even seemed
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