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to last a lifetime, and I’ve heard they have fine food as well. I imagine sweet shops on every corner…chocolatiers lining the streets.” She waved a hand above her head at an invisible Parisian road. “Please don’t tell me I’m wrong or I’ll be terribly disappointed.”
    There was movement at the edge of her vision. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” His voice was close, too close.
    Her head whipped to the side at the same moment she tried to sit up from his bed, landing her propped on one elbow in a sprawled position across the thick quilts. And there he was, shirtless at the foot of the bed.
    Lean muscles wound around long limbs in the most dazzling arrangement. Never had she seen such a sight or even imagined this was what lay hidden under all those shirts and coats in town. His waist narrowed where a trail of blond hair disappeared into the waistband of black breeches slung low on his hips. She blinked at him, not sure what to say in this situation. “I…I thought you were putting yourself to rights.”
    “I am. I keep my shirts in the wardrobe.” He made a halfhearted gesture toward a piece of furniture in the corner. “I thought you were admiring my furnishings.”
    “I am. You are…I mean you have a beautiful…ceiling…above your bed.” She pulled her gaze away from him, training her eyes straight above her head. She swallowed and shifted the candy in her mouth with her tongue. The heat of a deep pink blush crept up her neck as she continued with a thick voice, “I was just admiring…”
    “My candies?”
    She took a breath to think. The candy from the dish. He must have seen her take the sweets. “Well, yes. I see candies set out and I feel it’s my responsibility to try one. What if they’re horrid candies? Positively inedible? I wouldn’t want to inflict that upon you.” Her head turned back toward him, her gaze instantly falling to his bare chest.
    “Thank you for your service. Do you find it horrid?”
    “No. It’s fascinating. I’ve never seen anything so…”
    “The candy?”
    “What?” She ripped her gaze from his chest up across strong shoulders to rest on his face. His face. The only mark on it was a small dark line beneath one eye. At least she hadn’t done permanent damage to such a beautiful specimen of mankind. She watched as his lips, set in a strong jaw, turned up, revealing a bright smile. Was she supposed to be talking? Who could keep track when he was standing there looking like a half-clad god tossed from the heavens for bad behavior?
    “We’re discussing the candy.”
    “Oh, yes. I mean, no, they’re quite nice actually. Would you like one?”
    “Perhaps in a moment.” His eyes slid over her as amusement warred with curiosity in his gaze. “Suzanna, who are you?”
    She tensed for a fraction of a second before her lips curved into what she imagined to be a sensual smile. “Don’t you think it a bit unsporting to ask a masked lady her identity?”
    “I suppose it is.” He leaned one hand on the post at the foot of the bed as he watched her with a wry grin. “How about a game of sport, then?”
    “What kind of game?” Her eyes narrowed beneath her mask. This could be more dangerous still. What had she gotten herself into? But then, this situation would never happen again. Without a mask and her family’s influence, he would never look her way. Evenings like this didn’t exist in her life. Some small voice inside her was screaming to run—a voice she steadily ignored.
    “I get to ask two questions of you, and you can ask the same of me.” He eyed her with a casual, inconsequential look in his eye that she was sure couldn’t be further from the truth.
    At her pause, he added, “My nose is already bent out of shape so don’t further wound me, Suzanna.”
    “I can ask you anything?”
    “Certainly.”
    “I accept your challenge.” She smiled. How dangerous could questions be anyway? And she could find out more about him in the