She glanced up to find his gaze trained on her and raised her eyebrows.
‘What?’ she said.
He moved his shoulders a little restlessly as the heat in his body began to rise. ‘I was just wondering if perhaps we might have an early night...’
The answering glint in her eyes answered his question and as he rose from his chair she held up her hands so that he could pull her to her feet.
‘You must have read my mind,’ she whispered.
‘I wonder if you can read mine?’ came his answering growl.
She giggled. ‘Rocco Barberi, you are a terrible man.’
‘I know,’ he said, lacing his fingers in hers and leading her towards their house. ‘And that’s one of the reasons why you love me.’
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