The Italian Single Dad. Jennie Adams

low in his being.

      ‘Yes, well, good evening and thank you for attending.’ The man stepped back, away from Arabella, away from Luc’s glare that insisted he do so.

      Luc muttered something that might or might not have been appropriate in response, and finally they were free of the place. They started down the long driveway, side by side, his hand at Bella’s back to guide her.

      Cool night air brushed against Luc’s face, neck, hands. He felt only the burn of desire.

      ‘Luc?’ Her gaze sought his, searched. ‘I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but I really don’t feel we can go on—’