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paintings. She was very quiet when she worked, so he hadn’t feared she would wake the other guests. Even Christian wouldn’t have heard her nocturnal movements if it hadn’t been for his enhanced hearing and the fact that he hadn’t felt the desire to sleep while she was awake.
    He and Stefan had joined her out in the corridor during those nights, watching her work. The simple activity, often without any conversation between them, was the most camaraderie Christian had felt in centuries. He liked it. Much more than he knew he should.
    The painting Claire was creating was beautiful. She had chosen this space, the grand arch surrounding the massive double wooden doors leading into his bedroom, to paint a mural. On each side of the doors, she had already painted a depiction of the corner of the casa’s courtyard where the fountain stood. He found it interesting that she had chosen that image to paint in this space. Her attention to detail was impressive and the water she painted almost seemed to dance as the light hit it. The old Poinciana tree, the one that stood next to the fountain downstairs, graced the walls and ceiling. Its branches spread out gracefully and its red flowers provided the alcove with rich, vibrant color.
    In spite of the beauty on the walls, it was Claire who pulled at his attention, even as he fought the impulse. She stood with her arm stretched high above her, accentuating the lean lines of her body. Her dark-blue denim shorts, complete with splotches of paint where she had wiped her hands, hugged her hips and highlighted her long legs. Christian’s gaze continued its slow journey down her legs and he grinned as he noticed her bare feet. She seemed to enjoy walking around without shoes on much of the time. His gaze meandered back up her body, even as he berated himself for allowing his libido to get the upper hand.
    His grin faded when he noticed her tongue slowly playing with her bottom lip. He’d noticed she did this when she was concentrating. His gaze locked on the pink tip as it toyed with her lip. A shudder worked its way through Christian’s body and his cock hardened and jerked in anticipation. He scolded himself for his reaction. He had just finished lecturing his brother about getting involved with Claire and now here he was, acting as though he were a hormonal schoolboy.
    He stepped forward and cleared his throat to alert Claire of his presence. “It’s beautiful, Claire.”
    Claire turned to look down at him and a smile spread across her face. “Really? I mean, you really like it?”
    Christian couldn’t help grinning at her enthusiasm. “I do. It’s just what this space needed.”
    Claire turned back to look at the branches of the tree. “I thought so, too. This space seemed…I don’t know. Dark. Like there wasn’t any life here before.”
    Christian’s grin slid off his face. Claire’s observation was far too accurate. There had been no real life for him in a very long time.
    Claire stepped backward to descend the ladder and he extended a hand to assist her. Her hand slid into his and he knew he would be lying to himself if he denied the effect the simple touch had on him. She hopped off the last step and looked up at her work, her small hand still held in his. He tried to ignore the heat that her hand seemed to transmit to him. He fought the rising surge of desire that was making his cock strain against his jeans.
    She turned her happy smile up to him and beamed. “I’m glad you like it. I wish I had time to do more.”
    Christian almost grimaced. There it was again. Time. There was either too much time or not enough of it. For him, it was too much. For Claire, not enough. Without him consciously giving it permission to do so, Christian’s free hand rose up to Claire’s face and his fingers gently wiped at a smudge of red paint on her cheek. Christian felt a flutter under his fingertips and her face blushed crimson. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.
    Christian