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UPSTAIRS after dinner Anabella didn’t want Lucio to leave her. She slid her arms around his waist, pressed close to him. “Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice deepening, husky, voice of a seductress.

“I can’t.” He moved to kiss the top of her forehead before remembering that he wasn’t her grandmother and he smiled to himself.

“Why not?”

And gazing down into her face, he realized all over again that all he could do was be as honest as possible. “I’m tired. I’ve just returned from a long trip and I need to sleep.”

“You can sleep in my room.”

“I wouldn’t get any sleep, and neither would you.” He stroked her soft cheek with the pad of his thumb. “And you need your rest as much as I do.”