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through. She didn’t want to give him the gratification that he’d been right all along that she would miss the warriors. She’d carefully kept her feelings hidden from him, keeping them to herself. She was disappointed. Maybe she should just bite the bullet and fly back home.
    Fighting with her inner self, she put on the kettle for tea. Maybe it would help her nerves.
     
    Just as she was about to take her first sip, she heard a light knocking. She had no idea who could possibly be coming by so late, so she cautiously opened the door.
    »I missed you, Sara.« She was startled.
    »Philippe ... how did you find me here?«
    A wide grin appeared on his face and his eyes lit up conspiringly.
    »Well, I asked around and Paris is only a village really – maybe a little bigger.«
    He glanced over her shoulder into the apartment. Sara watched him shyly.
    »Would you like to come in?«
    »Um, if you’re not alone or if I’ve come at a bad time, I can come back later.«
    »No, that’s ok. Come in.« She opened the door a little more in order to let him in. He had a nylon tube fastened onto his back like a backpack. He entered the living room hesitantly, scanning the wall full of pictures.
    »Wow, not a bad swap.« He slowly looked around. »Looks like your Dr. McArthur has money, don’t you think?« And when he saw Sara’s quizzical look, he added, »I saw his name downstairs on the door bell.« Sara didn’t feel comfortable in this situation and was standing aloof at the window.
    »May I ask you why you’ve come?«
    »Oh, of course, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but I’d tried waiting for you in the rain and you never showed up, so I thought maybe you had left Paris.« He took the tube off his back and opened it.
    »I don’t want you to leave without taking this.« He handed her a rolled up piece of linen and smiled. He looked pretty sexy the way he was looking down at her.
    Hesitantly, Sara unrolled the drawing and looked down at her own face. It was a perfect likeness in charcoal. »Oh Philippe, it’s great!«
    Sara’s face was partly shadowed and her eyes, somewhat sad, were looking off somewhere unknown to the observer. Her curls fell along her soft face like fine, translucent lace.
    »I drew it for you – you can keep it.« Sara shook her head. »No, Philippe, I can’t accept this.«
    He waved his hand in the air. »Take it – it’s not a problem. I have a copy.« When he smiled he looked so endearing, like a little boy.
    »I’m having some tea. Would you like a cup?« Sara walked into the kitchen and Philippe followed her.» No, thank you. I’d rather have this.« He stepped up behind her and lifted her hair to kiss her delicate neck. She closed her eyes and paused a moment. It was a comfortable feeling, not at all threatening.
    »What do you think?« murmured Philippe softly into her ear, turning her slowly around to face him. He lifted her chin towards him slightly and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
    »Or would you prefer this?«
    A little smile appeared on Sara’s face. »You Frenchmen know exactly what to do to seduce a woman, don’t you?« She slipped out of his grasp and pressed the full cup of tea into his hands. In a sulky pout he lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. »And you Americans know exactly how to bring a man down.«
    Smiling, he walked over into the living room. »You’re seeing someone, aren’t you? How could I have been such an idiot? A woman like you....« He sat down on the white sofa near the window.
    Sara shook her head. »No, actually four!« Philippe looked up at her surprised.
    »You are seeing four guys at the same time?« He whistled through his teeth astonished. »No, that’s not completely true. There are four warriors, whom I can proudly call my friends.« »I asked if you were seeing anyone – if you have a boyfriend.« »You want to know if I’ve committed myself in blood? No, that’s not something to be taken lightly.«
    Philippe found Sara’s