She existed in a dreamlike bubble, every word and action touched with enchantment. From the moment she put her hand in Sev’s, the insanity that invaded her earlier came crashing back with even greater intensity. After he collected a key card and made a brief stop at the gift shop for supplies, he led her to a private elevator that whisked them straight to the penthouse suite. It wasn’t until she stepped inside that a modicum of common sense prevailed. “Perhaps we could have a drink and get to know each other,” she suggested. “Take this a little slower.” To her surprise, he didn’t argue. Maybe he felt the same way she did—overwhelmed and off-kilter. Desperate to regain his footing in this strange new land they’d stumbled upon. “Let me see what they have in stock.” He checked the selection of wines and chuckled, the deep, rich sound tripping along her nerve endings. He hefted one of the bottles.
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