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"Oh."
He smiled at her.
"Something I have been putting off since—you know, we got married and all. A commercial for the latest line of men's wear from Romano's."
"Where?"
"Italy."
She looked at a point over his left shoulder and tried to appear unconcerned. "Well, have a safe trip."
He shook her, an exasperated expression on his face. "It won't kill you."
"What?"
"To tell me you are going to miss me."
"I will be fine."
"Dammit Anika—"
"What do you want me to say?" she cried softly. "That I will probably resort to having nightmares again? That I am so caught into this damn hype;this pretense of us being married that it is starting to feel real?"
"Yes." He felt the hope springing inside his heart. "I want you to say that."
"It is not real." She stared at him and felt the ache. He was leaving and she felt as if he was taking something vital with him. This was exactly what she had hoped to avoid. It was not the sex; it was the entire package. They had spent a week together and it had been wonderful, lulling her into thinking that it was real. "In a year—"
"We are not damn well near there yet." He shook her, his eyes burning. "We are here in the now and we feel something for each other. Is it going to kill you to admit that?"
"Maybe." She smiled weakly. "How long?"
"A week. It's an intense shoot and we have to cram in several things at the same time." He tilted her chin. "I would ask you to come with me, but I know what you are going to say."
"I would cramp your style."
"Not possible," he sighed. "I have put things off long enough and have a contract."
"I understand."
"I want you to say it."
"Say what?"
"That you are going to miss me. I can say it, Anika. I am going to miss you. It's starting to feel like something real and I am damn well going to be aching for you."
"It's the sex. You will miss the sex." She felt everything in her shivering and melting at the same time.
"Perhaps." He hauled her up so that he could wrap his hands around her. "You have to admit that it is pretty amazing."
"It is." She had to admit.
"And you are not bad in the conversation area." He was rubbing his hands up and down her back and she could feel the heat through her sweater.
"Ditto. I have discovered that you are not just a pretty face. There is actually a brain there." Her arms were around his shoulders and she was snug against his body.
"Why, thanks," he said mockingly, head descending.
"I have work—" She stifled a moan when he captured her lips and sank into the steaming kiss that had her clinging to him. The man sure had a mouth on him, she thought dazedly as she returned the kiss. She loved the taste of him, those sensuous lips that could work so much magic.
