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the bed, rolling off her but not before giving her extravagant, somewhat incoherent compliments on her beauty and sexuality and so forth. She’d understood, listening as she unsnapped her garters, unrolled her stocking and flung them into a corner.
    She was surprised they’d stayed on so long.
    â€œI’ll make some coffee,” she whispered, rising from the bed and heading for the kitchen.
    She put the kettle on and spooned Ethiopian coffee into the press. It wouldn’t be wasted on him. If all they had together were a few days, he still deserved the best.
    Odette hummed as she planned a light breakfast, amused by being so domestic. She wasn’t as a rule.
    Of course living in Paris made it easy to pass oneself off as a great cook. She texted an order to the local gourmet grocery, and the bakery, and voilà, half an hour later, both orders were outside her door, delivered by the silent assistant to the concierge.
    She arranged the brioche, jam, and fruit on her best plate, and maneuvered it onto a tray with the coffee press, cream, sugar, and cups. Then she hoisted the tray and headed back to her bedroom.
    Bryan was sprawled across most of the bed, the sheet pulled halfway up his chest, a hand over his heart, his arm flung backward over the pillow his head rested on. He looked like he was dancing through a dream.
    She would never know, because she wouldn’t ask. Dreams seemed too intimate to share. And the waking ones were simply foolish.
    Odette could not shake her lingering one about never letting him go. He was heading back to the U.S., he had a life there that she knew nothing about, and they would not be together.
    Which made a morning like this that much sweeter.
    Bryan stirred in his sleep, and she touched him gently.
    â€œWake up,” she said. Odette didn’t know if he had to be anywhere but she did. The day after a launch show was usually crowded with calls and appointments and fashion buyers.
    She could only dodge her responsibilities for so long. Marc would leave her alone and make excuses, but Lucie would take a taxi and bang on the door of her apartment eventually.
    â€œMmm,” he mumbled. “Do I smell coffee?”
    â€œYou do.”
    â€œOkay.”
    He opened his eyes and gave her a sleepy look that held warm passion.
    Odette told herself that it was to be expected. Sex like that was uncommon—they had sparked a veritable fire in each other. But it was only sex, when all was said and done.
    She poured out a cup of coffee and put it on the table by the bed.
    Bryan yawned—a big, body-stretching, lionesque yawn. She remembered his roars and smiled, patting the dark fur on his chest. He turned his head to look at the cup, then at her.
    â€œThanks.”
    He sat up, running a hand through hair that spiked every which way. She poured a cup for herself and looked at him, laughing between sips.
    â€œI look that bad, huh?”
    â€œYou are adorable.”
    He pondered the word. “As a red-blooded American male, I don’t think the word adorable can be used to describe me.”
    She gave a very French shrug. “Then make up your own compliment.”
    â€œI look rugged. I look sexy. I look like Brad Pitt.”
    Odette made a polite little grimace. “He is very pretty, but he will always look like a boy. I don’t think you ever did.”
    Bryan smirked, putting a liberal dose of cream and sugar into his coffee. “Okay, now you’re talking.” He tossed the coffee down and held out his cup. “More, please.”
    Odette poured him another.
    â€œYou, however, are adorable. And sensual. And gorgeous. I could be in love. I feel really different.” He studied her.
    Odette nearly choked. Not that word. Every time she’d heard it from a man, something awful happened. They turned out to be actually in love with someone else. Or they hadn’t been in love at all.
    It was a very powerful word and ought to be kept