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Baby,
    If you do anything to hurt Laine I will track you down in London and stuff a Molotov cocktail down your breeches. Tina
    Colin laughed. And then he smiled. Unlike Laine’s email, Tina’s work signature was at the bottom of the page. If they worked in the same office, that phone number probably led to Laine, too. Colin glanced at his watch and then said to Rudi, “I’m going to step outside for just a minute.”
    Rudi shrugged. “When you get back, I challenge you to round two, and I’m going to whip your ruddy arse.”

Chapter 3

    Laine

    “I sent the email,” Laine called through her open door.
    “Give me an L! give me an A! give me an I!”
    “Quit it, Tina.” Surprisingly, she did.
    Laine peeked through the door and saw her busily tapping at her keyboard. A few minutes later, Laine heard Tina humming That’s Amore .
    The tune made Laine hungry for pasta. It was past her normal lunch hour. Maybe she’d step out and grab something. She had to pick up a couple of travel items as well, particularly, a outlet adapter. Or maybe a few. With computers, phones, and hair straighteners to tote, one adapter was never enough.
    As Laine slipped on her denim jacket, her desk phone rang. She didn’t think her boss, Mark was yet back from his two hour lunch, and usually Tina announced which calls she was putting through.
    “Laine Dixon.”
    There was long pause on the other end and a strange clicking.
    “Hello?”
    “Laine? Do I have the write number?”
    Laine froze. The man’s voice, deep and confident, pronounced the word ‘ num—bah ’. From the corner of her eye she saw Tina standing just outside her doorway. Laine gesticulated for her to shut the door. Tina grinned and pulled the door mostly shut.
    Laine cleared her throat and said, “Yes, this is Laine.”
    “Hello. This is Colin. Colin Ellington?”
    She looked at her computer. She had sent the emails less than ten minutes ago.
    “What time is it there?”
    “Half ten or thereabouts. Listen, I just got your emails and I just had to ring and tell you, it’s the oddest thing really, but I actually will be in Italy the same week.”
    Laine sat down. “In Florence?”
    “Yes, and Rome.” He cleared his throat. “It would be lovely to see you.”
    Lovely. Yes, it would be. Very. More than. But all Laine said was,
    “Only if it’s convenient for you.”
    “Oh, yes. For you, too,” said Colin. “Will you be quite busy?”
    “A bit. But I’m sure I can make time for coffee. Or dinner.” She put her hand to her forehead. Why was she being so awkward?
    Colin paused before saying, “Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”
    “Okay. Me too.” This was awful. For months she’d imagined talking to him again and now that she had the chance she sounded flat and dull and could think of nothing to say.
    Colin said, “I have your email now so I’ll send you my particulars. Where are you staying?”
    “Uh, um…” Laine pushed a few papers around. “I don’t remember. I’ll have to ask my assistant.” Gosh that sounded pompous.
    “Do, and then let me know. I haven’t booked yet so maybe I can aim for the same nieghborhood. You know, to make things more convenient.”
    “Okay.”
    “All right.”
    “Well. See you next week then.”
    “Yes.”
    “Laine?”
    “Yes?”
    “Do you remember our night in Paris?”
    “Of course!”
    “Good.” His voice grew quiet. “You know, I’ve thought about you every day since then. I’m glad you got in touch.”
    His words slid around her like a warm breeze. “Me too.”
    They hung up. Laine turned slowly in her desk chair, replaying his voice in her head, until there was a knock at her door. Her dreamy fog lifted.
    “Is it safe to come in?” Tina peered around the corner. “How did it go?”
    Laine blinked. “I sounded like an absolute idiot.”
    “Of course you did. But you’re meeting him there?”
    Laine smiled. “As Fate would have it. Yes.”
    Tina grinned. “Then you can make up for your