MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE
she said, without glancing up at him.
"I like looking at you," he responded calmly. "Sometimes you take my breath away."
‘Sex.’ She named it dismissively.
"You want more than sex from me?"
That focused her attention, though not her eyes, on him; she kept them carefully lowered. "My French isn’t good enough to read most of this," she murmured, indicating the menu. "You are going to have to translate."
"Ti amo," he said. "It means I love you."
The way Charley jerked in response, she almost knocked the glasses over. "That was Italian." Her eyes lifted, wide and wounded, to his. And don’t make fun of me, Dami—" even she could hear the pained shake in her voice "—or I walk."
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