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A lot.

Tossing her a wink, he went back to the conversation with, “Very real—I promise.”

“Can I see the farms?”

“Not the one I’m currently working on because we only recently bought it. But … I think I could make something work for another farm, so you could come in and see how everything is done. Would you like that?”

“Um, yes.”

Marcus laughed in that sexy way again.

Or maybe because it seemed as though he liked her kid that she found attractive.

Who knew what it was?

“Then, we’ll make a date,” he promised. “Now, would you like to talk to your mom?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Marcus. It was very nice to talk to you again.”

Cella pressed her lips together to hide her smile as she sat up in the bed, dragging the sheets with her to hide some of her nudity as he crossed the room. He shrugged one bare shoulder when she took the phone, but Cella was quick to cover the speaker to ask him, “She kept calling?”

“I thought it might have been an emergency after the fourth call, so I picked it up. Sorry, if I crossed a—”

“It’s okay.”

“She’s a sweet kid.”

Yeah.

She really was.

Cella took the kiss he dropped to her lips—one that didn’t linger, but damn, she still felt it all over—before taking her hand off the speaker and microphone. “Good morning, baby.”

“I miss you, Ma.”

“I’ll be home soon.”

“I know. Hey, guess what Marcus said I could do?”

Cella shook her head, but couldn’t help but eye the man across the room who looked a little too smug with himself. For what, she couldn’t quite say, but she wondered if it might have anything to do with the fact he just basically made sure she would be coming back to Toronto, and not for the penthouse, but likely with her daughter to spend more time with him.

After all, no parent liked to break their kid’s heart.

Or a promise.

“Yeah, a maple syrup farm, huh?”

“It’s gonna be awesome,” Tiffany breathed, her excitement clear.

“No doubt, baby.”

Cella finished her conversation with Tiffany, promising to call her daughter as soon as she got on the road, so the kid could watch the clock. Because she would. Once the phone was forgotten to the sheets, she turned to Marcus who was now sitting on that chaise again, still in nothing but his boxer-briefs, and looking like absolute sin.

And temptation.

Yes.

Her greatest temptation.