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“Why are you angry that I paid you a compliment?”

Amber sighed, shaking her head. “I’m not angry that you complimented me, Mauro. I’m angry that you lied to me.”

“When?” Taken aback, she stopped for a moment. “When did I lie?” he asked again.

“You called me beautiful. And I know that that’s not me. So don’t do it. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he leaned back against the side of the pool. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“And that’s the point, isn’t it? It could have been anyone. I bet you’ve used that line a dozen times before, haven’t you?”

“Amber, I think you’re being—”

“I’m sorry, Mauro, I need to get showered.” She boosted out of the pool and walked away.

By the time Mauro came into the house from the pool, she was showered, caffeinated and had regained some of her composure.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he wheeled into the living space where she was sitting with an espresso and the English papers.

He shrugged. “No need to apologize. But, you know, I’ve given it some thought,” he said. “And I honestly think you’re a very beautiful woman.”

“Well, okay,” Amber said with a small smile. “As long as you’ve thought about it.”