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think? Amore Mio?”
    St anding before her, Giovanni’s heated stare fixed on her mouth as she uttered the words My Love. His finger hesitantly traced the edge of her mask, grazing her cheek, untangling the loose strand. Subtle yearning building like an arc of electrical current, their eyes held a little too long. His light grey eyes smiled behind the black façade, accentuating his aura of sensuality.
    “A man can hope,” s he heard him whisper as he lifted her from the wall.
    Her heart thud heavily and she dropped her reserved grin toward the ground.
    The path beneath her feet turned to crushed lava as they continued toward the point. Taking caution not to twist an ankle in the course sand, she slowed her pace. Giovanni laced his fingers through hers for support. Typically she would be put off by the hasty gesture, but she found his touch bolstering. 
    Rounding a corner near the end of the bluff, lush green colors on the eastern slope of the island ignited as the deepening red sun set lower in the sky. Tracy gasped with excitement. “Stop! Wait let me take a picture.”
    Giovanni bent forward allowing Tracy to take the camera from his neck. His face so close she felt his exhale at her temple. Her fingertips made contact with the smooth skin beneath his collar and she paused relishing in the heat. Chemistry hung between them sending a responsive flutter of cognizance straight to her center.
    Turn ing away from his gaze, she immersed herself in the view. Taking a shaky breath, she inhaled and held, snapping a few shots. “It’s so vibrant.”
    “ Si`. The Greek have some of the most extraordinary terrain in the world. They’ve been cultivating since ancient times. The fertile volcanic soil is prime for vineyards and olive groves.”
    The trail narrowed and she followed behind, letting him lead the way. With each twist and turn the caldera rising from the Aegean Sea took on further complex shading and depth, becoming more and more breathtaking. He went on to talk about Greek wineries, admiring their distinct limestone soil and unique microclimate favored for local grape varieties.
    Tracy could barely pay attention. Much to her own surprise, she was much more interested in the view of his shoulders tapering perfectly to his trim waist than the facts he rambled off. So submerged in the smooth sexy tone of his voice, by the time he got to low rainfall and moderate fertility, she snickered quietly, running smack right into him.
    Startled, Tracy let out a faint squeak as her palms flew to his well-defined pecs. “Ooops.”
    Giovanni caught her by the wrists. “Last stop. We’re almost there.”
    Her lashes fluttered, squirming slightly at their full bodied contact. Tracy swallowed hard. “Last stop,” she agreed.
    Having the routine down pat, he bent so she could remove the camera from his neck.
    Foregoing the gesture, she left the strap hanging around his neck. Cautiously, she snuggled the blade of her shoulder to his chest. A small unsettling feeling came over her resting against him for steadiness. The window of opportunity for the perfect picture would soon begin to fade with the setting sun, yet she found herself lingering longer taking in his sunny scent.
    Giovanni brushed loose strands of her long mane over her shoulder, stroking her hair, sending her pulse into an all-out frenzy. “We need to hurry, Amore Mio.”
    His assertive voice dripped with sweetness making her insides coil with nerves and pleasure. Uncertain if it was the allure and mystery of wearing a mask, or his sultry disposition, she found his mouth so damned appealing all she wanted to do was kiss him. That’s just ridiculous. You’ve only known him for a little over an hour.
    He clasped her hand and she flinched a little. Her breath quickened forcing herself not to pull her hand away. A sexy perceptive smile lurked at the corners of his mouth, idly taking in each detail of her masked face.
    “Following you. ” She nodded, managing to not