out. Julianna lit up when she talked about her staff and the expansion of the business, but every mention of her father brought a shadow over her face. He had to consciously stop himself from asking about Adrian. Maggie would have hated him for not being aggressive and trying to find out more about their relationship, but a part of him wanted to ignore the looming presence of Adrian Rossi on the horizon. Alex downed the last of his sauvignon blanc and pressed his lips together. She was still talking about the tourist season on the Pacific Coast and the comparisons between Choaca and other more common tourist destinations. “What’s wrong?” she asked, setting her wine glass on the table. “Don’t you like the crème brulee?” “It’s great.” He pressed his fingers on the base of his glass. “You made perfect choices with the food. And the wine.” Her cheeks colored, just a shade, and Julianna looked down at her plate. “I know I talk about my work a lot. And I know you think I work too much—” “There is nothing wrong with you. Let me just say that.” He leaned forward and tried to meet her eyes, although she was avoiding him. “You’re perfect.” A small shake of her head. “You don’t mean that.” “Since you were totally honest earlier, let me be totally honest.” Alex stood and strode around the table, purposefully, and knelt beside her. “I didn’t come to Mexico to meet someone, and I certainly didn’t intend to…fall…as quickly or as completely as I have fallen for you.” “Don’t…” She drew her chin down. He ground his teeth. Alex wanted her to look at him. But he wasn’t going to force her. Some kind of wall had gone up between them as soon as she felt the magick. He’d seen it happen, back in the club. Walls didn’t come down by force—at least not walls that would stay down. It took every ounce of concentration for him to let her play the shy violet. “I say this because you need to understand, I don’t go around seducing women as a habit.” He made a hard rhythm with his fingers on the table. “It’s been a long time since I’ve…fallen like this.” “Alex.” She closed her eyes. “Please, don’t.” Alex flattened his hand and pressed down hard. He wanted so badly for her to look at him. He couldn’t be the only one feeling this magick. Fate never lied. Why is she fighting this ? “You said earlier that you wanted to see more of me. I want to see more of you. All I’m doing is agreeing with the premise of your statement.” He turned up the corners of his mouth and her eyes popped open. She snuck a look at him, under heavy eyelashes. “I do want to see more of you. I want…” She sighed and took her napkin out of her lap, draping it over the creamy dessert she’d barely touched. “I’d set a date for our next weekend right now, if I could.” His shoulders dropped. “Our next weekend?” “This has been amazing, and we still have one more day.” Julianna slipped her hand on to his cheek and met his eyes. “And one more night.” Alex felt a buzz in his pocket and he almost put his fist through the table. Dammit . He didn’t want Maggie or Adrian or anyone else interrupting this moment. He just wanted it to be him and Julianna. He ignored the phone and held her hand to his face. “And then what?” “I wish it could be more, but it can’t.” Julianna dropped her hand. With a tiny shake of her head, she sighed. “You don’t understand.” “Try me.” He laced his fingers into hers and pulled the hand toward his lips. He pressed his kiss there and held it, searching her eyes for the truth. Her gaze flipped toward the ceiling and she stood, walking around him. She leaned against the counter. “I had an arrangement with a man.” “I gathered as much.” “But I could never give him any more than what I could fit in around my job. That’s just the way it is.” The back of her blue dress was cut so low, he could