Page 111 of A Wedding in Tuscany

‘Right. Our apartment …’ God, it’s hard to concentrate when the touch of his mouth has my body on high alert, but I must get this out. ‘It’s just that … in the summer …’

He pulls back abruptly and grins at me. ‘We will get air conditioning.’

‘Oh, thank god! Wait, how did you know that’s?’

‘Because you are not exactly subtle, Catherine.’

‘Right. Yes. Sorry about that. You know me, typical whinging pom.’

He laughs softly. ‘It is charming.’

‘I seriously doubt that.’

‘I think you interrupted me before, Mrs Caron …’ he says, sliding his hand down my thigh. He gathers the hem of my dress and pulls it up to my waist. Even though I’m not officially taking his name, I do like the sound of ‘Mrs Caron’, especially coming from my sexy French husband?my sexy French husband who’s going to live with me in London.

So the fish and the cat can live together after all.

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