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it, knew she did.
    This was too special for just sex, too intense to be taken for granted. This was not a last hurrah; it was a glimmer of what she’d always craved.
    A window into what her parents had, full of profound potential and possibilities.
    He came first, but pulled her over with him, with his thumb pressed against her swollen pleasure center.
    They made love until the sunlight turned to shadows, and then he took her into the shower and made love to her again, even as he washed her body of their combined sweat.
    They ate a late dinner of takeout and then went back to bed to make love again. They touched and slept and touched some more, pushing their bodies to exhaustion, but unable to hold back from the pleasure that exploded between them with the slightest caress.

CHAPTER THREE
    T HE FIRST TEXT came an hour after she had returned to her tour group and was followed by a steady stream over the following days.
    They spoke at least once a day on the phone, and sent hundreds of texts back and forth in the days before she would be returning to New York.
    Kiki’s roaming charges on her mobile were going to be insane, but she didn’t care. Even less so when he met her ferry from Sicily in Civitavecchia and gave her a ride back to Rome in his private car. They spent the night together at her airport hotel, and he promised to come visit her in the States.
    Her friends told her not to expect the holiday romance to make it home with her. Everyone but Joni, who told Kiki that—if it was meant to be—it was going to happen. That’s how love worked.
    Kiki hadn’t used the L word yet. Neither had Mich, but she thought it was coming. She hadn’t told him her dad was a billionaire, but they’d talked about what really mattered. She knew how he felt growing up the eldest of triplets; she had shared with him how hard it had been to be an only child to parents who had desperately wanted more. How much she adored her small extended family.
    He had revealed that his own family wasn’t nearly so small but were just as close. She had gotten the sense that there was more going on there than he’d told her about, but not the important stuff. She knew he really liked his parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and even his cousins.
    She also knew he considered his current job freeing, despite the fact it required a lot of travel and rarely limited itself to office hours. She had understood that only too well, having felt more freedom at university than ever before in her life.
    They had talked about the fact that they didn’t think either his or her parents meant to put such pressures on them, but life didn’t always allow for personal autonomy and choices. She didn’t know what his story was exactly but had assumed it was something like her own.
    Though Mich seemed to find his role a lot more desirable than the one Kiki’s dad wanted for her. She only knew that he understood she wished she could do something different with her degree in psychology than follow it up with an MBA so she could work with her dad.
    It was clear that they both loved their parents, and the people relying on their families, too much to try to run from the destinies ordained for them.
    No matter what the future held, she missed Mich like crazy and didn’t even care if that made any sense, considering they’d spent less than a full forty-eight hours together.
    * * *
    Micheli walked up to the sorority house and texted Kiki. Where R U?
    Studying in my room. Miss you.
    He grinned. Come outside.
    What? R U HERE???!!!
    Laughing at her exuberant text-speak, he answered. Come outside and find out.
    Seconds later the front door of Alpha Chi Omega burst open, and Kiki was there, wearing a pair of sleep pants and a tank top with tiny straps; she looked more beautiful than any woman he’d seen in the six weeks since Rome.
    “Mich!” She launched herself at him.
    He caught her with a laugh that broke the tight bands that had been constricting his chest for the last