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programming required was a sense of humor and an intense libido. Lord, she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair and kiss that luscious mouth.
    “Sorry to keep you waiting.” His voice defined musical and played that special chord she’d dreamed of. “I was on the phone.”
    The Special Editions had gathered around her. The auburn-haired woman whispered a laugh. “Is there any need for more than one introduction, Ms. Morgan?”
    That someone was speaking barely registered. March didn’t respond. She was speechless and couldn’t peel her gaze off the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His eyes were crystalline blue, his hair wheat colored. She’d wanted sparks. She’d gotten fireworks! No way in hell was she leaving London without him.
    Spellbound, March was drawn one step toward perfection, her willful eyes traveling over his body, pausing at his zipper, sliding down his long legs. The wasted years looped through her memory, regret stinging her eyes.
    Melissa squeezed her hand. “Ah, you like our blond.” She beckoned. “Come, Christian.”
    In tight jeans and a tux jacket with plaid cummerbund and bow tie, her dream man paused in the light of a crystal and gold chandelier. His shoulder-length hair shone like silk. Mischief sparkled in his eyes. Full lips parted on a smile, his teeth white and even. March loved a beautiful smile, and everything inside her melted.
    Their eyes met and held. He strode toward her as if they were alone in the opulent room. Each step he took nearer, her body heated hotter. How could she so desire a man she was meeting for the first time? For forty years, I’ve carried his picture in my heart.
    He halted an inch outside her comfort zone, close enough to touch. March forgot to breathe. Mesmerized, she raised her hand to caress his cheek but let it fall.
    “Don’t be afraid.” His voice was as sensual as a lover’s whisper. “I won’t hurt you. Not now, not ever.”
    “My name is March,” she heard herself say.
    He grinned and winked, stroking her hair back from her cheek. “The wild, windy month of March.”
    Shocked that he was the living image of her dreams, she said breathlessly, “And you’re Christian.”
    “Christian is my model name. A name of your choice would be your gift to me.” He lifted his chin slightly and held out a strong hand with long, perfectly formed fingers.
    “My gift to you, if you were…” Mine.
    He leaned close, silken hair brushing her face. His breath was warm on her cheek, and a delicious shiver rippled over her. The moment, the wonder at it all, held her heart in check. She felt numb yet vibrantly alive, as if she’d been given sight after years of blindness. I’m staring, but I simply can’t surrender the vision of him at last.
    In that incredibly beautiful voice, he whispered, “I have always been yours.”
    He stood back, his soft smile and the light in his eyes warming her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, the silence between them filled with hopes and promises. In the faceted depths of his blue eyes, she saw confirmation of his feelings. She had no doubts about hers. Finally, March Morgan was head-over-heels in love…with a virtual stranger.
    “Choice made.” Melissa folded her hands in front of her.
    March couldn’t tear her gaze from his sparkling blue eyes. “You are so beautiful. I am so lucky.”
    He touched her arm—the lightest caress of a long, elegant…human finger. “I am the lucky one. You are more than beautiful, March. It’s easy to see that you are a good, kind, and caring woman as well.”
    March breathed a laugh. Christian, yes, that’s what she would name perfection. He cradled her face between his hands. Spellbound, she watched him lower his mouth to hers. He wisped the barest of kisses to her lips. Trembling, she threaded her fingers in his glorious hair and deepened the kiss, her tongue plunging into his satin mouth. She kissed him with all the thwarted passion of the long lonely