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own body with soap, caressing her breasts, her stomach and between her legs, lingering there as her desire for him increased.
    “I like watching you,” he told her as he washed himself. His full erection taunting her. His dark eyes following her every nuance.
    “Anytime,” she said, as she slowed her washing down, careful to give attention to every inch of her soapy body.
    After a few minutes he said, “Mind if I come in?”
    “I’d mind if you didn’t.”
    She leaned back against the glass tiled wall, wrapped a leg around him to pull him in closer. He grabbed hold, and slid his hand under her butt cheek to steady both of them as the water cascaded over their bodies. Then he entered her with one swift movement, making her cry out with pleasure. The hot water caused her excitement to escalate beyond what she thought possible. Within minutes his quick, tight movements brought on a simultaneous release.
    Afterward, they stood together for a moment, enjoying kisses as the hot water helped to bring them back down to earth. Then, he gently pulled away.
    “Eggs a la Florentine, with a bit of a twist?” he asked with a wicked little smirk.
    “That would be lovely, yes. But I’d like your Béchamel sauce on the side.”
    “You just want to see how I make it.”
    “I think I deserve as much.”
    “Lovemaking is one thing. Cooking is a sauce of a different color.”
    “You’re a cad.”
    “And you’re a Harleton.”
    He stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a white towel just as his phone rang.

Chapter Four
    By the time Rose dried her hair, applied makeup and got dressed, made her bed, and purposely only half-cleaned the bathroom, breakfast was on the table.
    Max was positively beaming when she walked into the kitchen. “You’re not going to believe who phoned me while you were getting dressed.”
    Rose went over to him and brushed his lips with a kiss. “Who?”
    He handed her a plate filled with perfectly cooked spinach omelet, drizzled with an undoubtedly perfect Mornay sauce, his Béchamel undoubtedly used as the base.
    “This is a great moment for both of us.”
    “This smells and looks delicious.”
    He sat down across from her at the glass table, placing his white dish in front of him. The coffee was poured in two white mugs, and salt and pepper grinders sat in the middle of the table.
    He stared at her. “Aren’t you curious?”
    She tasted the sauce. “Honey. You’ve added honey.”
    “No. It’s not honey. But aren’t you curious about who was on the phone? It’s an incredible opportunity for us, and it could not have come at a better time.”
    She cut into her omelet, the eggs cooked with precision, the spinach tender and sweet, the sauce creamy smooth. She took a bite. “Mmmm. This is absolute perfection. How did you get the eggs so light?”
    “I added a little warm milk and olive oil and whipped them with a fork. Rosie, this news is going to rock your world.”
    “You already rocked my world both last night and this morning. I don’t need any more rocking. I’ll get dizzy.”
    He grinned, and took a bite of his food. “Fine then. I won’t tell you that I’ve booked us a flight for the morning of the fourteenth to the Bordeaux region in France. And I won’t tell you that we’re going to learn how to make wine from Master Winemaker, Andre Pontallier. We’ll be living in the beautiful village of St. Julien, which is right on the river, for the next nine months soaking up the region and each other.” He put his fork down and sat back in his chair, a silly-kid-smile on his adorable face. “Isn’t that incredible?”
    Her stomach immediately clenched. “The fourteenth? You booked our flight on Valentine’s Day, the busiest night of the year for the restaurant industry? What were you thinking?”
    “Rosie, you don’t get it. This man is one of the best, if not the best winemaker in all of France. People will do almost anything just to meet him. When this genius says his class will