As they descended back into the city bowl, the snow thinned, then disappeared. “Where are we going? Is this the kind of place where I’m going to get mobbed and torn to pieces again?” Not that he really cared where they were headed, as long as he had Teresa at his side. The longer she spent with him – him, not the person he was on set – the better his chances of seducing her. He hoped. And the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her. He’d wanted to knock her off her pedestal and instead she’d climbed down willingly. The way she’d been with those kids today…she hadn’t been the Ice Queen with them. She laughed. “I doubt it, but if you like we can ask Frank to keep the motor running, just in case.” He remained clueless as to their destination until Frank pulled up to the kerb outside the magnificent Gothic cathedral. Not the tourist entrance where the visitors entered, but a porter’s gate to what had once been the monastery. “You’re taking me to church?”
