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"Then I will bow to your expertise." She scanned the wine list. "Bring me a glass of Costa Regal."
"Right away."
"Bring the entire bottle," Callum instructed. He waited until the man had left before turning to look at her. "You are as beautiful as ever."
"Imagine my surprise when I saw you in that restaurant." Her lips curved into an intimate smile. "It must be fate."
"Or coincidence." He murmured.
"I don't believe in any such thing. This Lynn person, you are seeing her?"
"Yes."
"Is it serious?"
"What do you think?"
"Darling, she is not your type."
"And by that, you mean?"
"She is not petite, is she?"
"She is certainly not. She is beautiful and extremely talented."
"Are you in love with her?"
"I might be."
Leaning forward, Bianca placed a slender and delicate hand over his, the ruby ring winking on her finger. "We have a historytogether, and I must add that on my way here, I have been thinking about you - about us."
"There is no us." He reminded her. "I proposed, and you turned me down - twice."
"And I regret that." She pouted sexily. "I was foolish."
"And now you have come to your senses and regret turning me down."
"I was not ready for marriage. When you asked me, I was scared. I am accustomed to doing my own thing and going my own way. I miss the lovemaking, darling. You are so talented in bed, so invigorating-" She squeezed his hand gently. "I miss that, how you used to look at me and insist on taking care of me."
Callum waited until the waiter brought over the bucket with the wine nestled in ice. "We will help ourselves," he said, dismissing the man. "Why do I have this feeling - all you are saying is because I am with someone else?"
"You cannot think that."
"I can and do." he cast her an indulgent smile as he eased the cork out. "Does coming to the States have something to do with Lynn and I being in the papers?"
"I have seen your photos splashed across the internet and the society rags."
"Why is this one different?" He poured the amber liquid into two glasses and handed her one.
"Who says it is?"
"Bianca, I happen to know you."
"Yes, you do, darling. And you know that we belong together."
"You did not think so before."
"I was foolish before. Now I am not." Putting away her glass, she leaned forward, the material of her sweater sagging to reveal the creamy white of her breasts. "I have been doing some thinking, lots of it. I am thirty-four years old-" She grimaced slightly. "It is time I settle down, and I am sure you want children."
