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Ally jerked her head around, assailed by the familiar scent clinging to his skin.

“Gino—”

She’d never been so happy to see anyone in her life.

“I’ve missed you, bellissima,” he whispered against her lips before capturing her mouth.

He drew her close, like a lover who’d been anticipating this moment and could no longer hold back.

Ally had been so caught off guard her mouth opened to the urgent pressure of his, and she found herself kissing him back in a slow, languorous giving and taking she’d never experienced in her life.

The background laughter of the crowd faded. All Ally was aware of was the throbbing of her heart against his solid male chest.