Page 93 of Modern Romance Collection February 2025, 1-4

‘That’s why you’re so good at what you do.’

A burst of warm pleasure filled Faye’s belly. She smiled. ‘I try my best.’

‘I can drop you off in Dublin and go on to London.’

Faye felt a spurt of regret already, but she said, ‘That would be great, thank you.’

When she was getting off the private plane a couple of hours later, she was surprised by a burst of emotion.

Primo was standing with her, waiting for the door to be opened, and she turned to him and said, ‘Thank you for that...the castle...the horses...’ She was about to say,It was magical,but she amended it. ‘I really enjoyed it.’

The door was being opened now, and he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tipped her face up towards him. ‘I enjoyed it too. I’m sorry we’re cutting it short.’

He kissed her then, and Faye felt an urge to change her mind about staying in Dublin. But she resisted the pull.Hispull. He was scrambling her brain. She needed to reassess what was happening here—because all she could see was Primo.

He pulled back. ‘See you in Boston.’

She opened her eyes. ‘See you in Boston.’

But a few hours later Primo was already texting her.

Faye was in a city centre art gallery, trying to get her mind back into work mode, when her phone vibrated.

She took it out of her bag.

Hi.

Faye rolled her eyes, but even as she did so her heart was beating fast.

Aren’t you in a meeting?

Yes, but I’m bored. We should have stayed at the castle. It was fun.

Faye blushed. Yes, it had been fun.

She realised she was smiling. Because she was having fun now, texting Primo. And she couldn’t seem to care that it shouldn’t befun.

He texted again.

What are you looking at right now?

Faye took a picture of the painting in front of her and sent it.

A couple of seconds later:

Is that upside down or meant to be like that?

Faye let out a burst of spontaneous laughter and then quickly covered it with a cough when a couple of other people in the quiet gallery looked at her.

There was another message.

I have to go to a stuffy dinner tonight. I wish you were here. You’d make it so much more interesting.

Faye’s heart thumped hard. She sent back:

We can’t always get what we want.

Pity!

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