. . home. Wide dark eyes held him in place and the smell of her perfume mingled with the warmth of her skin. Intoxicating. His eyes, his senses, took everything in. A lump wedged in his throat."Christian." Raven took a guarded step toward him, unsure how she'd be received. She held her breath, then spoke, "I had to come."Her voice shot tingles over his skin.Before she said another word, Christian wrapped her in his arms and lowered his lips to hers. Nothing felt so right. He forgot all the reasons for her not to come to Brazil.Now, none of them mattered.Dr. Phillips stared at himself in his bathroom mirror, having trouble with the Windsor knot in his tie. He'd done it a million times, but today his nerves were shot. Anxiety raced through him like an electrical charge. He had a bad feeling about today."Damn it." He yanked the knot apart again and undid the top button of his white dress shirt to get some air.His predicament had come to a head. He couldn't go back to change things, and moving forward left him wondering: Move forward to where?Head down, Phillips shut his eyes and flattened his palms on the bathroom counter.
