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He set down a breakfast tray near her on the bed “Your breakfast, milady”

She saw orange juice, coffee with cream, fresh fruit, toast and jam, and an assortment of breads and buttery French pastries His kindness took her breath away “You made b

reakfast?”

He gave her a crooked half grin “Lilley made it”

“Of course” Carrie sesture, then looked back at the luscious tray “I should have known it wasn’t you,” she teased “It’s not burned black”

He sat down beside her on the bed His dark, half-lidded eyes seared through her “I would burn toast for you everyif that would win you, Carrie,” he said in a low voice “I’d burn it ht”

Her heart thudded in her throat, but she tried to sht “The ability to burn toast is not the top item on my list for a prospective husband”

“So what is?” he asked, stroking back a tendril of her hair He leaned forward, his eyes intent “Tell ainst her skin, and she shivered “Tell me”

Carrie closed her eyes Love me Just love me

But she shook her head over the lu to lose this battle”

He looked down at her “We’ll see”

A shudder went through her She had to resist Her fingers gripped the top of the white quilt She had to!

Théo looked down at the baby’s downy head with a tenderness that made her heart leap to her throat “Is he finished?”

The baby had unlatched, and now pushed his head away from her breast “I think so,” she said drily

Picking hi to teach you everything,” he told the baby “How to play football, how to ride a bike…”