Page 99 of Sinful Temptations

It crossed my mind that he was abandoning me for Miss Italy.

I wouldn’t blame him. She sure did seem to make him happy.

On the other hand, I was bloody hard work.

We’d only known each other for a couple of months, and already he’d had to save me more times than he’d had to back up the bus.

It was just another reason, in a long list of reasons, why Roman and I could never be together. He was confident, in control. I was a bumbling idiot—even more so with a few drinks in me.

Why am I even thinking about this shit?

Stop it, Daisy.

He’d never looked at me the way he looked at Lydia. I got thelittle sisterlooks.

Miss Italy got theI want to undress you very slowlylook.

It wasn’t just that. She was everything he should have in a woman. Young. Beautiful. Athletic. Smart. She was studying to be a lawyer for God’s sake.

The two of them were Mr. and Mrs. Perfect.

Suddenly Roman was back, saving me from my emotional landslide. He eased in beside me and handed over a glass of water. “Drink.”

I dropped my lower lip, offering my saddest of sad faces. “Sorry.”

“What for?” He nudged his shoulder to mine.

“Getting drunk.”

“It’s okay.” A smile flashed across his lips then quicklymorphed into his sisterly love look that had my insides swooning. “I like it when you’re drunk.”

I gulped a huge mouthful of water. “Ha-ha. You’re funny.”

“I always tell the truth, Daisy Chayne. Remember?”

“Oh, God.” I smacked my lips together. “What have I told you about saying that?”

He cocked his head and the sun caught in his eyes. His gorgeous honey irises sparkled like twinkling stars. “Actually, you never did tell me. We got distracted.”

I frowned.

“In Amsterdam, remember?”

Is he talking about the kiss of all kisses?

That wasn’t a distraction. That was a seismic shift.

“Doesn’t matter. But tell me. What’s wrong with Daisy Chayne?”

“Oh, God.” I waved my hand toward the beautiful scenery around us. “Look at that view. Can’t you let me enjoy it for a moment?” I dragged my eyes away from an enormous bunch of plump grapes dangling from a vine just two feet away to look up at him.

I couldn’t decipher the expression on his face. His squinty eyes suggested he was trying to figure me out, but the curl on his lips was almost daring me to tell him my issue with Daisy Chayne.

He patted my hand. “Before the end of this tour, you’re going to tell me, Daisy Chayne.”

Two can play at this game.I grinned at him. “Okay, only if before the end of this tour, you hook up with Lydia.”

He did a weird laugh that could only be described as a guffaw. “Oh, really?”

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