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I shouldn’t be this nervous. There is no reason to be freaking out.
Celia shot a glance at Carter as their private car pulled onto the long dirt road that led to her aunt’s villa just outside Siena. She continued to sneak glances at him, glad her sunglasses could hide her checking him out. He looked so damned good in his jeans and black T-shirt. He wore a pair of aviators, and his blond hair was slightly windswept as he stared out the car window. A shadow of dark-gold stubble glittered like gold dust in the late-evening sun.
She swallowed, her mouth a little dry as she noticed for the tenth time that she could see his T-shirt clinging to his abs. It was rare for her to see him dressed so casually. They had never been truly alone together since they were children, except for the drive
