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Ace wiped his lips with his napkin. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t usually drink much because wine … um, it puts me in the mood.”

Ace smirked and laughed along with her. “If I’d known that’s all I had to do, we could have just stayed in the hotel room with a bottle of wine.”

“How long will it take us to get back there?” she asked, circling the rim of her glass with her finger.

“Too long,” he said. “Besides, we don’t have to go back right away. We’ve got this room all to ourselves. No one will interrupt us.”

“Are you sure? What about Phillipe?”

“He’s not coming back. Come here.”

Ronnie got out of her seat and slowly walked over to straddle Ace. “Phillipe forgot to tell you what goes best with Château Margaux,” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah. And just what is that?” he asked, slipping his hands around her waist and cupping her backside.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she suckled on his earlobe, then whispered in his ear. “Me.”–