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Until Twilight

Until Twilight

Desiree Holt
& Cerise DeLand

Book 3 in the Nemesis series.

Isabella Sebastiani has the best instincts. For defusing bombs. But the moment she

spots Lane Hallowell in the piazza in Florence, she
knows
her instinct for finding an irresistible lover has improved. Yes, she’s to meet Lane for a job interview.

, her mind tells her to ignore his tempting good looks and his incomparable charm. But her body

tells her to embrace him. And her heart demands she take him home with her. Into her

arms. Her bed.

A seasoned security operative, Lane shouldn’t be enthralled by a woman within

minutes of meeting her. But the cool, professional explosives expert fascinates him and he’s determined to protect her from harm. As the two of them track a group of terrorists from Florence to Rome and on to Paris, Lane and Bella learn that time doesn’t matter

when passion demands a future filled with love.

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Chapter One

As she wove her way through the diners at the tiny circular café Isabella Sebastiani

was not in the mood to be shocked. Not twice in one day. She’d already endured one

trauma this morning in Florence’s Bargello when she had defused the worries of that

ancient gallery’s young director over a suspected bomb in a small, lady’s purse. That

had been a false alarm that made her late for a very important job interview.

But halting in her tracks in front of the replica of Michelangelo’s
David
in the Piazza della Signoria, she saw one man whose appearance created a bursting sensation deep in

her stomach.
No, Bella, deeper than that.
She straightened and tamped down the fierce physical attraction that raged like a five-alarm fire in her soul.


Va bene
,” she told herself all was well. She could handle men who were so good

looking they were too vain to really care for a woman. Placing one foot before the other, she hitched the straps of her slim leather briefcase higher over her shoulder. “Men do

not astonish you.”

Why does this one?
She could not take her eyes from him, this man who was a

stranger to her, this man who was the only man among those in the café in the piazza

who could possibly be the one she was meant to meet.

She pushed her sunglasses up her nose and tried not to stare. No matter that he did

not seem to notice her. No matter that at least fifty others dined on the terrace of that same famous little restaurant. He was the tallest one. The fittest. The most

mouthwatering. With chocolate-brown curls and fine, strongly chiseled features that

rivaled the
David
overlooking the square, this man appealed to every cell in her body.

And he mustn’t, Bella. If he likes you as a person, if he values your
vitae
, if he accepts you
as his partner in this international security firm for which he works, then you must not want
him to pet you,
cara
.

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She wove her way through the diners at the tiny circular tables. May in Firenze

began the march of the tourists—and squeezing among the tables required a ballerina’s

maneuver of hips and legs that had him fully facing her.

He seemed not to breathe. Not one movement betrayed whatever the hell he

thought of her. He sat, one leg crossed over the other, his sunglasses concealing his

eyes, yet she felt his gaze burn away her white cotton dress to caress her nipples and

her pussy.
Can your tongue arouse me more, American?

Her thong became drenched with her cream at the hope he would taste her and

delight her. Her nipples hardened and she cursed the fact that her Italian lace bra had no padding to conceal her interest in him.

Do I attract you at all, Mr. Hallowell?

At that moment, he shifted in his chair and she suppressed a smile of satisfaction.

That sadly was difficult because now as he faced her fully, she could only admire him

more. With his muscular frame molding the expensive black tee shirt to his chest, the

gray trousers skimming the long legs, the elegant fingers holding his copy of
La Stampa
, he consumed her so slowly she felt her labia begin to melt in torrid need. How could he destroy her like that? With a concentration she had never known in any other lover.

Was
he going to be her lover?

No. Not now. Not soon.
She had just rid herself of one. She needed to be alone for a while. Independent for a while. Unpossessed by a demanding man. She stopped in

front of him and removed her own sunglasses. “
Buon giorno
, Mr. Hallowell.” Smiling, she held out her hand. “Isabella Sebastiani.”

He rose to his feet and towered over her by at least six inches. Her knees went to

butter as he shook her proffered hand then cupped her elbow with the other. His skin

was warm, his grip strong. “
Buon giorno
, Isabella. I am very pleased to meet you.
Per
favore
, please sit with me.”

She sank into the wrought iron chair, realizing his Italian accent was good but he

chose to communicate with her in his native English. That was wonderful, keeping her

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on her mark mentally as she sought to keep her eyes from devouring him. She placed

her briefcase to the pavement, put her glasses on the tabletop and focused on his

arresting face. What nationality was the name Hallowell, anyway? These Americans

were so many variations on a theme. His complexion was tanned but not olive. The

strong bone structure Nordic. The lips heavily sculpted as any classical Greek god’s.

And the eyes? What in hell color were they?

Isabella had to know. “I hope you have not waited long. I was called to an urgent

meeting this morning.”

“Not a problem. I am here in Florence between assignments and taking a few days’

rest.”

“Ah,
bene
. I see. How do you like our city?”

He inclined his head. “Adore it. My mother is a professor of Renaissance

architecture at the University of Chicago. Florence is a second home to me.”

How coincidental.
“How intriguing. My father is an expert in Renaissance frescos of the
Duomo
here and throughout northern Italy.”

“All the things we learn at home from our parents become a part of us,” he

murmured in a baritone that stroked her skin like the whisper of sheerest Luccan silk.

“Is that how you first discovered you wanted to restore fine paintings?”

“It is,” she confirmed, knowing he had read her résumé and perhaps even

memorized her career path from art restorer to explosives expert.

“You have come far for one who is only twenty-eight.”



, I work hard,” she said and smiled, causing him to lean forward and allow her to catch a whiff of his cologne. Bergamot? Verbena? The man was a feast for the senses.

No, Bella,
fermate
! Stop this.
“My first case was to restore a painting by Caravaggio that had been mutilated by a bomber.”

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“I read that. The thieves had taken it from the Uffizi, put a false canvas on the back

of it, encasing a film of C4 inside, intending to return it to the gallery and blow up the building in high tourist season of July.”

She grinned, making him firm his lips.
At last, a reaction. Molto bene.
“I compliment you on your background check of me. All of you at Nemesis obviously do a fine job of

researching your candidates for employment.”

“Thank you. We pride ourselves on that.” He sat back, folded his hands in his lap

and just stared at her. Calm and steady as the sun moving across the sky.

She let him look his fill until her pussy was so swollen, so very wet, she had to say

something to divert the urge to grab his hand and lead him home with her. “And

Signora and Signore Molloy? They are enjoying their honeymoon?”

“They are,” he said with such diplomatic aplomb she swore she was going to make

him wait for years—decades!—before he ever got her into bed. “They apologize for

their tardiness today, but there was an accident on the
autostrada
from Milan. Many cars and a few trucks are piled up. They will proceed south as soon as the highway is

cleared.” Hallowell nodded, his lips curving in a way that stretched his firm jaw in a

grin and brought out a dimple in his left cheek.

Could she place her lips there?
No, Bella.
“Ah, unfortunate.”

“Luckily, their delay gives you and me an opportunity to get to know each other.”

She nodded, but she burned with irritation at his suave demeanor.
Meanwhile, I

blaze from head to toe in an irrational inferno of desire for his hands on my skin.
“I have never worked with a partner.”

“I myself have never had a permanent one.”

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