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over his a few moments, just staring at it as if he didn’t know what to make of it.
    “Long time ago.”
    Marc could see the pain in Luke’s eyes as clearly as Angelina probably could. His hurt was still close to the surface. Maybe he should talk about it more. Marc wondered what had happened, but hadn’t wanted to push him to feel things that were too painful, any more than he wanted anyone pushing him.
    “If I can keep others from going through that kind of hell, though….” He shrugged, then picked up his bottle, realized it was empty, and laid it back down, staring at it.
    An awkward silence passed before Marc did change the subject. “So, cara , tell us about yourself.” He knew nothing about her and had a definite interest in learning more.
    “My life is pretty dull compared to yours. I graduated from culinary school last May and started a local catering business. Second generation Italian-American. I spent many summers with my Nonna in Marsala, where I learned all her culinary secrets. I specialize in her Sicilian recipes. Of course, I personalize them a bit.”
    Marc held his hand over his heart and gave her a pained expression. “Please, no more, or I’ll have to kidnap you and chain you to my stove until you’ve prepared everything your grandmother taught you to make.”
    He saw her pupils dilate at the mention of chains and an image flitted across his mind of her wearing nothing but a skimpy French maid’s apron, a smile, and an ankle cuff attached to the stove by a chain. Her jaw dropped open, as if she’d seen the same image. Hmmm. Culinary bondage? The thought made his cock stiffen. Fantasies of having her chained to his anything sent his cock to throbbing.
    For the first time in a year, he found himself interested in playing with a sub again.
     
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    Mio Dio! What was wrong with her? She wasn’t into kink anymore, but the thought of being chained to Marc’s stove just sent the wildest image into her mind. Her nipples hardened and she watched his gaze glance down at her chest. Her face heated as she wondered what he would do to her while she was in those chains.
    Whoa! He wants you in … She supposed it could only be called culinary bondage. She reached for her glass of wine and took a huge chug, then sputtered when it went down the wrong way again. Would she ever be able to drink normally around these two?
    Marc’s warm, firm hand stroked her back through the open keyhole. “Cough, cara. ” She did and soon had herself back under control.
    Anxious to move to a safer topic, away from the potent Italian sitting next to her, she asked, “So, Luke, where did you grow up?”
    “All over. My folks moved around a lot. But I lived in Texas, near El Paso, during high school.”
    “Everything all right here?”
    Angelina hadn’t seen Rico approach the table. He stared at her, waiting for their long-ago pre-arranged signal. She smiled and winked twice. Satisfied she was fine, he took refill orders. She noticed Marc changed from beer to Perrier.
    Over the next half hour, the three spoke about a number of other topics. She and Marc did most of the talking. She found him sexy as hell, but had to keep reminding herself he was just rescuing her in exchange for an Italian meal—chains optional. Besides she didn’t plan to complicate her life with another man.
    Marc reached out to brush a strand of loose hair from her face, sending her heart skittering. They may be annoying as hell, but Italian men certainly exuded sex appeal.
    “Dance with me, cara .”
    Angelina looked over at Luke, who encouraged them both to go. She took a sip of wine for the courage to leave her hiding place. She’d be exposed to Allen’s scrutiny on the dance floor. Marc cupped her elbow as she scooted out of the booth and he helped her to her feet. While he fed the jukebox a few coins and made his selections, she waited on the dance floor. Allen’s glare bore into her back, but she refused to make eye contact with