The Aristocrat And The Single Mom - Plot & Excerpts
That was okay because she’d be decisive enough for both of them. If Simon wanted to rebuild his relationship with Felice, he had to learn to loosen up. ‘First things first.’ She twinkled at him. ‘We need to get you out of that suit.’ His eyes boggled and she had to stifle a giggle. A giggle! For heaven’s sake, she wasn’t twelve. And that skippety-skip in her pulse had nothing to do with anything. There was no denying, though, that the blood surged through her veins with a new kind of vigour. Maybe that was a bad omen, not a good one? She pushed the thought aside. This was about him, not her. ‘I’m guessing you don’t want to ruin that gorgeous Italian suit?’ ‘Bond Street,’ he said automatically, as if he couldn’t help it. ‘That’s a no then, is it?’ She didn’t wait for him to answer but tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow and tugged him towards a rack of clothes outside a nearby shop front.
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