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“I’ve never seen this shade before. Is it… natural?”
    “Yes! You don’t have blondes back in Romania?”
    “We do, but not this color. It’s like a sunrise, with a tiny kiss of red between the flames of gold. These,” he tapped the freckles on the bridge of her nose, “are also adorable. I wish to kiss you.”
    “Well, wish away. I don’t care how good looking you think you are; you can’t just keep stealing kisses. That might be the way of eastern Europeans, but not here.”
    “You believe me to be good looking, da ? Maybe, hot, as you American’s say?” Marcas asked mischievously, backing her against a tree.
    She ducked under his arm to escape. “I didn’t say that… hey, let go…”
    “Your resistance is false, little one. You desire me as I desire you—I can sense it.”
    “What I desire, Baron Kalnovky, is to keep this purely a professional relationship focused on helping Sebastian. I am not here as your plaything.”
    “Your tone says otherwise. Come. Just take my hand. We will walk.”
    “Are all men from your country this touchy feely?”
    “I do not know. I do not touch or feel other men from my country,” Marcas said, sounding confused. Courtney stared at him before breaking out in a loud laugh. She allowed his large hand to enfold around hers, bringing instant warmth to the core of her body. She fought not to sigh happily.
    Neither one noticed Sebastian leaning weakly against the window, watching them with a knowing smile.
     
    * * *
     
    Marcas pulled the chair out from Courtney as she joined him for dinner that evening. She looked at her plate then up at him. “You made this?”
    “Yes. I cook well. Do you like?”
    “I’ve never had this before. Should I ask what it is?”
    With a straight face, Marcas stated the ingredients, suppressing a smirk as Courtney paled. After a moment of scrutiny, she took a deep breath and scooped up a spoonful of the unidentified pie covered with powdered sugar.
    “I have to admit, I never thought rabbit and grubs would be so tasty. Almost tastes Moroccan. It’s delicious,” Courtney said, wiping her mouth.
    Marcas laughed heartily. “You are brave, little one. It is called bastilla . My grandmother’s recipe. I don’t care much for Romanian cuisine.”
    “With rabbit and…”
    “No, chicken and eggs. No grubs either. I was teasing with you.”
    “You were ‘teasing with me’? Just so you know, I will never refuse a challenge. I’m not that good of a girl,” Courtney advised, taking another bite of the savory dish and eyeing him.
    “No? How brave do you think you can be?”
    “I’m brave enough to decide to accompany you to Romania with Sebastian.”
    Marcas yelped, grabbing her up in his arms and swinging her around in the air. He landed his lips straight upon hers as Courtney’s feet dangled mid-air.
    “Does this mean you are happy with my decision or are you just looking for another reason to kiss me?” Courtney asked, hands on his shoulder as she tried to push him away.
    “I am happy with your decision, and I need no other reason to kiss you other than it brings me pleasure. We leave day after tomorrow.”
    “That does not allow any time to prepare. Maybe in a week…”
    “No, I have decided. Right after dawn, we depart. It is a long trip, about 18 hours.”
    “Is your brother coming?” Courtney asked, sipping the mint-flavored tea.
    “I have no brother.”
    “Marcas, you need to ‘fess up here. I heard two men talking over each other in your study. I don’t care how good you are with talking to yourself, no one can argue over themselves like that. There is no television in there or any radios. I looked. I also saw both of you last night when you put me to bed. What gives?”
    “You were tired and the imagination plays tricks…”
    “Don’t give me that bullshit, mister. Do you have a twin brother or not?”
    “Yes,” Marcas lied. “He comes and goes as he pleases. We do not get along well