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mental note to Google her name when he got home. He had the urge to read every word she'd ever written.
    Kayla lifted her gaze to meet his and straightened her back, but she still looked as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders. “I've been unable to write a word since my divorce two years ago.”
    The sadness he detected in her voice bothered him. “I'm sorry to hear that. Divorce is never easy.” He had no idea how to comfort her. What did he know of divorce other than what he'd witnessed during his time on earth?
    She stared out the window as if looking at something distasteful. “I caught him cheating and when we divorced I found I couldn't write. I've tried, but it's gone.” She turned back to flash her brown eyes at him. The pain he saw there made him want to find her ex and rip his heart out. “My friend suggested this place. She thought getting away would help. I really need to get my shit together before my publisher dumps me.”
    Armand slid his hand across the table and touched hers. He had to push down the inferno that threatened to erupt. His Jinn clawed and scratched to reach the surface. He wanted this woman, here and now. “I think you will find our small community inspiring. I will do whatever I can to assist.” Soon little one, you will be mine.
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    Kayla couldn't decide if she wanted to jerk her hand back or entwine her fingers in his. The heat that came off him seared her, yet she craved more. And what exactly did he mean by his comment? Maybe she was reading too much into the situation. He was here to simply show her the sites not seduce her. Though the latter would definitely be a bonus. She had learned before coming to the small village that the Spanish people were not only friendly but also flirtatious, so she was sure Armand meant nothing by his gestures. If he had, would she welcome his advances? Even go so far as to sleep with him? If she left her body in charge, there was no doubt she would go to his bed willingly. However, her mind was still grappling with the idea. She worried she'd never be good enough.
    “Kayla?”
    She jerked back to reality at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. “Oh I'm so sorry. You must think me rude.” She was sure her face was ten shades of red. God why can't I get my shit together?
    “Not at all. I understand how one’s past can come back to haunt them. I only asked if you were ready to take a walk.”
    Was there a mischievous glint in his eyes? “Yes, I'm very much looking forward to learning about the culture here.”
    Armand stood and held his hand out to her. She accepted and scooted across the bench to stand. He tucked her hand under his arm as he escorted her to the door. “First, I'd like to take you to a small park. I think you'll find the view astounding.”
    “Sounds wonderful.” Kayla enjoyed the hardness of his muscles under her fingers and the contrasting softness of his shirt. He was several inches taller than her so she had to look up to stare into those blue depths.
    They strolled down the brick walk lined with merchants, stopping in front of a small shop where a gentleman sat at a table outside. He worked with tiny pieces of gold that he painstakingly fashioned into a filigree bracelet.
    “That’s beautiful,” Kayla commented.
    Armand translated to the shopkeeper who smiled at Kayla and nodded.
    “He thanks you. His family have been jewelers here for generations. Father teaching son and passing the tradition down the line.”
    “I’m definitely coming back to do some shopping later.”
    Next door, under a vibrant orange canopy, a man stood in the front window painting a scene of majestic mountains. He waved to them and Armand waved back.
    Kayla watched in amazement as each stroke of his brush brought new depth to the landscape.
    Moving along they passed shops filled with baked goods, their sweet smell wafting into the street, and merchants whose windows displayed colorful, hand-embroidered skirts and