Moonlight streamed into his room like a searchlight, but he couldn’t be bothered to close the shutters. A soft breeze trailed across his bare chest, teasing him with the memory of Brooke’s fingers tantalizing his skin this morning. The regret he’d been trying unsuccessfully to contain for the past twelve hours pounded him as relentlessly as the Ionian Sea against the cliff below the villa. Any sensible man would have taken Brooke to bed rather than inflict on her a long sightseeing adventure to busted-up windmills. Instead he’d rejected her not once but twice this morning, and then disregarded the pain he’d caused. She’d eaten lunch by herself on the terrace and barely spoken to him during dinner. When she did speak, her tone had been stiff. He didn’t blame her for being upset. Any apology he might make would’ve been way too little and far too late. But he’d been relieved when she’d escaped as soon as the dishes had been piled in the sink.
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