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Then froze as he came face-to-face with the woman who had haunted his dreams for three long months.

Camille stepped a little closer, leaned against the doorway, and her signature scent—lavender and brown sugar and sweet, ripe strawberries—wrapped itself around him. Still, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t touch her, though every instinct he had demanded that he grab onto her before she pulled another vanishing act.

“It’s good seeing you, Camille. You look great. But I’m a little busy. So if you wouldn’t mind—”

“I do mind.”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be in Florence right now, combing museums with a glorious man named Stefano and eating pasta on the patio of a little trattoria.”

“So, why aren’t you?”

“Because I’m three months pregnant.”

And just like that, his world imploded.