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For seven years she’d pulled herself into a shell. She was sick and tired of hiding, of jumping at shadows. She wanted to confront life again.

All she had to do was reach for what she wanted most. Right now.

Caprice turned in his embrace. “What if I said I’d changed my mind?” she asked.

Luciano pulled back, eyes searching, assessing. “That’s the shock of surviving danger talking.”

“You don’t feel it too?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “I feel it,” she said, breathless. “I want you. Need you now. What more can I say?”

“Nothing. In the end you will expect more than that. An affair, commitment.”

She shook her head. “Not anymore. No ties. No promises.”

His eyes narrowed, and his hopes and desires soared. “You want my financial backing and sex?”

“Yes. We are bound together by a contract—there’s no changing that. But when the job is finished so are we.”

“Of course…” he replied, his eyes dark and unreadable.