Page 65 of Perfume Girl
“You’ve gone above and beyond,” I said.
“Pleasure’s all mine.”
I let out a sigh and it betrayed me with its wistfulness. Astor may be the enemy but he was so damn dreamy.
He stepped back a little. “You have to let him go, Raquel.”
“I have.”
“I was watching you watching them. “
I broke his gaze. “I was remembering how I found them together.”
“You caught them…”
“Yes.” I slid off the table, his spell broken.
He blew out a breath of concern. “They don’t deserve to be part of your life.”
“Right.”
“It gets easier.”
“Have you ever had your heart broken?”
“No, but I have broken quite a few.”
“So you’re the expert, then?” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, yes. Damien doesn’t want you, but he still wants you to want him.”
“Thank you for the insight.”
“I’m here for you. Just ask. Any matters pertaining to the breaking of hearts, I’m your man.”
“You’re nothing like Damien.” I gestured. “I mean, look at you.”
Astor was front cover material forHorse & Houndmagazine—and when naked he’d be right at home inGQ.
“You’re a gentleman,” I muttered.
This man was in an entirely different league.
“And I would never hurt you.” He seemed surprised by his own words.
“Yet I thought you savored going in for the kill?”
He blinked at me and his expression became taut…offended, even. “Why do you say that?”
“Back in Havana,” I clarified. “You warned me how—”
“I have to go, Raquel. I have to take care of my horses.”
“Of course. Thank you for saving me.”
“Be ready at seven.”
“Okay.”
