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Peyton lifts her head from the menu and her smile slays me. “Really?”

“It’s almost like you know me.”

She cocks her head. “I know some things.”

I lean toward her and lightly rub my fingers over her wrist. “I know things, too.”

Her smile is warm and her eyes are steeped in desire when she asks, “Did you spend a lot of time in Malta?”

“When we were kids, we vacationed here. My family owns property.”

Her jaw drops open. “The villa. It’s yours, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.

I let loose an exasperated sigh. “You really have to ask that?”

“Yes.”

“You would have argued with me.” I stretch my legs out beneath the table. “You always argue with me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

She lifts her chin. “I don’t argue about everything.”

Grinning, I lean back into my chair.

“What?”

“You’re arguing about not arguing with me.”

She laughs. “Okay, I’ll give you that. Seriously, I didn’t know you spent time here, or owned property, and I appreciate you letting me use your villa, but I still plan to pay you for helping me out.”

I arch a brow at her. “You think I’m going to let you do that?”

She glares at me, those lush lips pinched into a fine line. “Roman...”

“It’s not been a hardship, Peyton.”

Her demeanor changes, softens. “Yeah, it’s kind of been fun.” She sets her left hand on the table and eyes the ring on her finger, and I don’t miss that look of longing in her eyes.

The hostess leads two people to a table behind us, and I go quiet until they’re seated. I lean toward Peyton, my words for her ears only. “Any more thoughts about what I suggested earlier?”

Her shoulders tighten. “You mean getting married?”

“I just don’t think we should risk anyone finding out.”

Is that why you’re asking, Roman?

Is that the only reason you’re pushing for this?

She frowns. “I know what you’re saying. We’ve come this far, and Richard’s wife is obviously the kind of woman to play dirty, to make sure her husband succeeds.”

The server comes back to take our orders, and as I glance over the menu, I notice Peyton keeps looking beyond me, like she sees someone she knows. I casually look over my shoulder after handing the menu back.

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