![]() ![]() She had tried to listen, but she had only been able to concentrate on his hand, resting just a little lower on her back than it had been earlier in the evening, and his lips moving next to her cheek as he spoke. He hadn’t even stolen a kiss yet.Īllison smiled as she remembered how he’d taken her up to the murals that lined the walls of Bemelmans and told her about them how some writer who had lived in the hotel had painted them and they’d been part of some children’s books. ![]() ![]() He was witty and charming, and he was good-looking and chivalrous almost to a fault. He’d actually taken her to Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle Hotel it was possibly the most romantic place she had ever been, complete with live piano music and a sophisticated, old-fashioned ambiance that had seduced her just as completely as he had. She laughed softly, slightly giddy from the dirty martinis he had bought for her all night. The man with her saw her shiver and gently put his arm around her, sending an electric jolt of anticipation through her. Allison McFadden walked slowly in the cool night air, her arms tightly wrapped around her slim body to keep the wind from whipping at her Acoat. ![]()
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