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“Why do you sound so surprised? Should I be offended?” I laughed.
“No, of course not. I just can’t remember the last time I slept in another bed. I thought I would toss and turn, but the last thing I remember…” Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip.
“Go on,” I teased, running a finger down her arm and along her side. She squirmed out of the way, but I caught her and kissed her neck. She giggled. Grace Sweeney actually giggled and the sound squeezed my chest and filled my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. I missed her giggle. I had missed her so much, but I hadn’t allowed myself to feel it.
“Grace—” I began, but she groaned.
“Is that breakfast? I’m starving.” She scooted out of my arms and over the bed. She wore nothing and my thoughts raced to everything I wanted to do to her.
“If you plan to eat a bite of breakfast without interruption, I suggest you throw on some clothes. Otherwise, you’ll be breakfast.”
She pursed her lips as though she considered the idea, and my cock twitched. “Don’t tease me, Grace.”
She continued to kneel on the bed, tapping a finger to her lips, and I couldn’t help the rumble in my chest when I said, “Come here.”
She screamed and laughed and was much quicker than I’d expected.
She hopped off the bed and picked up my white buttoned shirt from the floor. Easing one arm and then the other into the shirt, I sat speechless as I watched. I recalled her wearing a pale blue shirt back at the cabin.
“I’m going to buy you a closet full of shirts to wear to bed from now on. I never thought a man’s shirt would look so sexy on a woman, but you fucking pull it off like lingerie, Grace.”
She twisted the shirt back and forth, modeling it for me. Her smile was contagious and her joy palpable. She spotted the cart and ran toward it.
“Oh, are those crepes? And chocolate inside? God, I love French food.”
We both laughed as she removed the last two silver domes from the plates. There was a plateful of eggs Florentine, fresh croissants, butter, and a bowl of fruit.
I lifted the plates and set them on the round table next to the balcony door. “Shall we eat indoors or alfresco?” I asked.
Grace held a newspaper in her hands, her eyebrows drawn together.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
She unfolded the paper and pulled it closer to her.
“What is it?”
“I… I can’t read a word of this but, I’m pretty sure this is a picture of me and you at the Eiffel Tower.”
I walked over and extended my hand. “May I?”
She passed me the paper and I saw the photo she had described. It was definitely us. I admired Grace’s profile, but I didn’t think she would be up for compliments at the moment. “Well, this is to be expected, I guess.”
“What? You’re not upset?”
“Of course not. My brothers and I are used to this sort of thing. You’ll get used to it too.”
“What does the caption say?”
“Oh, I never read the stuff. It’s all made up, anyway. No one spoke to us, so there are no details.”
She crossed her arms. “Humor me, Luke.”
“Fine.” I picked up the paper and read the caption. “American billionaire returns with mystery girl in his arms.”
I dropped the paper onto the round table.
“What else? There were several lines of text under the photo.”
