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Chapter 8 - The Meeting at the Round Table

Adam, my driver and unofficial bodyguard at times, easily recognized my need for a quiet moment and just asked where to and nothing more. Usually, we chitchat back and forth about his beautiful Italian wife, his four way-too-beautiful daughters and his Italian Nonna's food and my efforts to immitate that woman's brilliant cooking and failing again and again. Adam's grandmother owned the best Italian joint in town and I had met her several times. A Queen of pasta if there ever was one. Needless to say, I could always keep the conversation going with Adam...However, today he took one look at me and let me have my peace.

I couldn't stop my thoughts running wild. Damn, I could still taste James in my mouth. Why did he have to confuse me with that body of his? Why did he have to look like Adonis and why the hell did I have to be extremely attracted to that? Why couldn't he just have kissed me like that on our freaking wedding night?! Oh yeah...The ghost of Carrie still haunted us. I needed
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