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it for her. “I liked the part where she ate her lipstick. And all the bare breasts—I liked those, too.”
    Lissy waited until he’d climbed into the driver’s seat to continue the conversation. “What is it with French art films anyway? They portray women as if we’re all just dying to get into bed with one another.”
    Will turned to her, his disappointed frown visible even in the dim yellow light of the street lamp. “You mean you aren’t?”
    “Of course not!” She answered before she realized he was joking.
    “Damn, Lissy! Way to ruin my fantasies. And I suppose next you’re going to tell me there’s no Santa Claus.”
    His sulky tone made her laugh. “Just drive.”
    The night was warm, one of those not-too-hot, not-too-cool early June nights when the Colorado sky was so clear the snow-capped peaks of the Rockies were visible even in the starlight. They went to their favorite coffee shop, where they tried to decipher the film’s deeper meaning over frothy cappuccinos, and then took a stroll on the 16th Street Mall, its rows of trees lit up by tiny white lights. They passed street vendors, a few Bob Dylan wannabes, an amazing sax player, a guy making funny animals out of balloons, and a fit-looking woman with dreadlocks performing on a unicycle.
    Lissy didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but the Mall seemed to be crawling with lovers. A young couple dressed in black, their faces full of metal piercings, their eyes locked on each other. An old man and woman walking hand in hand, their skinny, pale legs sticking out of matching Bermuda shorts. A couple in their early thirties walking slowly along the red bricks, the woman’s belly big and round with their baby.
    It had been a pregnancy scare that had gotten the whole marriage ball rolling. Lissy had missed a few pills, and then she’d been late. Only when the test had come up negative had they realized they were more disappointed she wasn’t pregnant than they had been afraid that she was. Will had proposed a month later.
    Lissy watched the woman’s round tummy as she passed, felt the warmth of Will’s big hand surrounding hers and tried to inhale the sweetness of the moment. “I felt like a bride today.”
    Will looked down at her, saw the dreamy look on her face. He could only imagine what she was talking about. No little boy sat around at the age of six planning what kind of tux he’d wear on his wedding day. Guys just didn’t dream about being grooms the way women dreamed about being brides. But guys did dream of being husbands and fathers. Perhaps what she’d felt was similar to the feeling he got when he saw her asleep at night, safe and sound—a warmth beyond contentment that told him all was right with the world.
    He gave her hand a squeeze. “Have I ever told you I love you, Lissy Charteris?”
    She smiled up at him. “Once or twice.”
    He spotted a vendor selling flowers off to his right. He stepped away from her, pulled out his wallet and handed the man a twenty in exchange for a dozen pink roses. Then he turned to her, held out the roses and spoke in his loudest, most dramatic voice. “I love you, Lissy!”
    People around them stopped, watched, laughed.
    “You’re a lunatic, Will Fraser!” Lissy’s sweet face lit up with a smile, and she ducked her head the cute way she did any time she felt embarrassed, long hair spilling over her cheek. Then she looked into his eyes. “But a very handsome lunatic. I love you, too.”
     
    They said good night outside the guest room, with slow lingering kisses that made Will’s blood burn—and turned his cock to concrete.
    “I had a wonderful time tonight.” She leaned against him wearing one of his old T-shirts, her breasts pressing into his ribs, her arms locked at the back of his neck. “It was almost like we were dating again—and very romantic. Thank you for the roses.”
    “I had a good time, too.” A voice in his head told him to quit kissing her, to let go and step