Italy With A Duke
Picking up her place easily, she returned to her book.
She didn’t know how long she’d been reading when a prickling started, her introvert internal antennae, picking up attention lasting more than a few seconds directed her way. Looking up slowly, she skimmed the crowded seats and into the walkway beyond. It took a moment to find the owner of the eyes upon her, but when she did, Caitlyn nearly dropped her book.
He was tall, at least a couple of inches taller than Alex had been. And the man was seriously hot, with an intense pair of eyes that studied her in return. Flushing into her roots, she tried to break his gaze, feeling her core heat like a nuclear reactor in meltdown.
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