be with your cousin, my dear. Master Jacques will care for you as if you were his own sister.”
“Of course.” He gritted out a smile. He didn’t have any sisters, and he certainly didn’t consider Lily as one. But a promise was a promise.
“Wonderful!” Lily threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “The south of France! Provence!”
Madame Finch grinned at him as she reached for her keyboard. “Bon voyage, you two. Lily, I am only a phone call away.” Jacques could have sworn he heard an evil-sounding chuckle as she terminated the web call.
Lily still had her arms around his neck, her smooth bare legs rubbing his, her thighs firm and tanned as her short skirt had crept up. “I can’t believe it—this is so exciting.”
He had to agree. Exciting, but damned inconvenient that his libido had come roaring back after being comatose for so long. And he’d promised to take the sexiest woman he’d met in years to the most romantic place on earth—and treat her as a sister.
Lovely. Lovely Lily, with sparkling green eyes and glossy peach lips begging for him to kiss them. For him to pull her into his lap and show her what real French kissing was about. But…no.
He patted her wrist and waved to the waiter for their check. She dropped her arms awkwardly and he pushed her wineglass toward her. “A toast to our trip.”
“Cheers.” She tapped her glass to his again. “When do we leave?”
“If we take the TGV high-speed train, we can leave early tomorrow and be in Avignon in under four hours.”
“Only four hours,” she breathed. “I won’t get a wink of sleep tonight.”
Jack gave her a dry smile. Neither would he, but for a different reason.
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