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family business?”  I don’t know why I’m curious. I just am.
    Marianne nods again.  “Yes, he does.”
    Interesting.
    I’m too interested.  And I know that I’m not going to let it go.  I need a follow-up meeting with him.  His personality is just too interesting.  There are too many facets to it that I can’t put my finger on.  And the things that I can pinpoint are fascinating.  I tell myself that I am only interested in his mind, his personality, and definitely only in the medical sense, but I’m not sure that I believe it.
    “How can I go about setting up a meeting with him?” I ask Marianne.  She grins. 
    “I thought you’d never ask!” she laughs and refills my wine glass. 
    “You can either show up at their home unannounced,” she tells me.  “Or you can finagle a meeting at the library in town.  His family is a patron of the library and one of the few things that he comes into town for are the board meetings.  As it happens, I also am on the board, so I can tell you when to come ‘bump’ into him.”
    I feel slightly lecherous in trying to plan a chance meeting with the town’s most eligible bachelor in such a way.  And I tell Marianne so.  She just laughs. 
    “My sweet, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.  If he isn’t coming to you, go to him. Make it happen.”
    I don’t bother to explain why I want to meet with him again.  This is a cultural thing, I know.  She assumes that I am fascinated with him as potential husband material.  And so I let her believe that.  And honestly, her notion is only half false.  I’m not in the market for a husband, but I am certainly fascinated by him. 
    But the conversation topic changes and before I know it, I find that I have made a new friend and we have chatted until well past midnight. After I have finished six breadsticks and we have split two bottles of wine, I finally have to insist that I am going home.  I promise Marianne that I will be back very soon and she promises me that she will come by the cottage with the library board meeting schedule. 
    The trail home is dark and breezy and I ride quickly.  It feels eerie out here in the dark, borderline spooky, although I don’t know why.  I almost miss the trail that leads back up to the road, but I see it just in time and make my way back to my little cottage. 
    And even though I had slept all day, I find that I am still tired enough to sleep.  In an effort to thwart a little of my jet-lag, however, I decide that I should stay up for a little while longer, just to make sure that I sleep through the night.  I’ve got to get my body back in sync with the clock. 
    So, I try to stay awake and read, but my thoughts keep drifting to Luca Minaldi.
    I truly have never met someone like him before and so I can’t shake the thoughts that keep passing through my mind.  The dark, dark energy that seemed to surround him, commanding the room.  The way his thigh seemed so strong when it brushed against mine, the way the muscle moved in his arm, the way he seemed so lithe and powerful.  I could practically see the individual muscles rippling in his shoulders through his shirt as he bent outside of my house.  It was apparent that he is very, very fit.  His stomach is rock hard, perfectly flat.  As I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands across that flat expanse of muscle, my breath quickens at the thought. 
    His face was so, so handsome and the way the moonlight slanted against it only enhanced that and made him seem even more mysterious.  Even now, the mere memory of it, of him , stirs fluttery feelings in my belly.  I place my hand there, as if to suppress those stirrings, but the feeling of my fingers on my bare skin gives me a better idea.
    I slide my hand downward.
    In my head, my hand transforms into Luca’s, sliding down my stomach, then along my leg, whispering into my ear as his fingers grasp the tender flesh of my inner thigh. 
    Eva, you are so