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donuts and leftovers for breakfast? I was led to believe, that, ah, you were used to accommodations like this.”
    She grinned at him, washing her bite down with a bit of fresh orange juice.
    “You mean donuts and leftovers don't sound like something fit for the wife of a prince? Don't worry. My own circumstances have only been rough for a little less than a year. Before that, I was a perfect Santa Clara girl, with daddy's credit cards and the whole world at my fingertips.”
    She was braced for questions, but instead he only nodded.
    “It was rude of me to ask,” he said. “I suppose that that's what the therapist is for. He'll be helping us get our story straight, and then we won't have to wonder.”
    They finished their breakfast in silence, but when they were done, she touched his hand gently. He looked up, slightly startled, and she saw that though his eyes looked black at a distance, they were truly a deep shade of chocolate brown.
    “Hey, don't worry about it,” she said gently. “I really don't have any secrets, which is a little weird since we’re working on building a great big one together for the cameras. I want this to work nearly as much as you do, so let's do our best to make it amazing, all right?”
    “And about last night?”
    She blinked. She hadn't been ready for him to bring that up.
    “What do you mean?”
    He raised a dark brow at her.
    “I know myself fairly well. I like to think that I am not bad at reading people, and I was getting your signals last night loud and clear. I…I know that what I felt was genuine. Perhaps I am being foolish here, and you think that I'm quite the rube…”
    “It was genuine on my part as well,” she said, her voice hushed.
    Apolo spread his hands as if resting his case. “The attraction between us…it is not something that appears every day. Once again, I might be a little sheltered, but it is unlike anything that I have ever felt before. What shall we do about that?”
    There it was, and he was leaving everything in her lap. Trinity reminded herself that she was doing a job. This was a paid position that she needed to be very clear about, especially to herself. When she glanced at Apolo, bare to the waist in those sinfully low-slung linen pants, she knew that if she weren't careful, her objectivity would go out the window.
    “Let's leave it up to the therapist,” she said finally. At least it was an answer, even if it wasn't a real answer. “He's the professional, so he should be the one who tells us what's what, right?”
    Apolo didn't look entirely happy with that statement, but he nodded.
    “And you'll stop me if I do anything you don't like?”
    She blinked at the worried tone in his voice.
    “Of course I will,” she said automatically. “I'm very clear about what I want and what I don't want. Don't worry about that.”
    He grinned, obviously relieved.
    “Good. I don't want to overstep my boundaries without knowing about it, after all.”
    She nodded, and then when she thought about some of those boundaries, she felt a pleasant shiver run up her spine. Trinity covered it up by turning back to her breakfast.
    “I think that this is going to be an interesting month,” she said thoughtfully.
    Apolo wasn't eating. Instead, he was watching her with those dark eyes. For a moment, it felt as if he could see straight down to her soul.
    “You know, I believe I agree.”
     
    The therapist was a neat, graying man who appeared with a series of worksheets for them to complete. Apolo wondered where his assistant had found a man who was quite so unflappable and so unconcerned with anything except getting his clients where they needed to be.
    “It is none of my business what you are going to be doing with the information I give you,” Dr. Horne said pleasantly. “I only wish to make sure that you know what good couples know about each other.”
    “Of course, I assume that most couples don't have to fill out this many worksheets,” Trinity said with