he studied the wine； Chloe studied him。 It was a luxury that the
drive through the night hadn't offered。 Now she drank in his good looks
with as much reverence as he gave to his wine。
He looked wonderful。 His suit was the gray…blue tweed she had seen on the
bed。 Same with his white shirt and crimson…ormavy tie。 She blushed as
she recalled the other items she'd seen； then pushed those aside and
focused on the chiseled features before her。 They were strong； yet
relaxed； and exuded confidence。 The darkness of his hair and the
sun…touched hue of his skin contrasted with his shirt at neck and
wrists； adding a crispness to his appearance that was enhanced by the
fine cut of the obviously handtailored fabric。 He was the epitome of the
man of the world…suave； assured； experienced； and content。 To all
outward appearances he held the world in his palm。
Was he vulnerable in any way？
〃Why the frown； princess？〃 He leaned forward to exclude the maitre d'；
who worked at uncorking the wine。
〃I'm not frowning。〃 But she was。 She felt it。 〃I was wondering 。。。〃
When the maitre d' poured a sip of wine into Ross's glass and waited；
Chloe held the thought。
Ross lifted the long…stemmed goblet； inhaled the scent； took the pale
liquid into his mouth； patiently let his taste buds warm it； finally
swallowed。 〃Excellent；〃 he plimented the very pleased maitre d'。
Without further fanfare the goblets； first Chloe's； then Ross's； were
filled。
〃What were you wondering？〃 Ross asked the instant they were alone again。
〃Whether you're happy。 Are you content with your life？〃
〃For the most part。 There are still things I want。〃 The
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