“No, thank you, I can manage, and please call me Liz,” Liz noted the difference between Pierre and Francesca. Pierre spoke with a very thick Spanish accent and was darker in skin color, where, Francesca was very pale and spoke with a beautiful French accent. She gratefully accepted the towel that was offered and began to dry her face and hair. As she sat in the chair again, she reached for her tea. The tea was a very hot, aromatic chamomile, and precisely what she needed to finish warming her body and allow her to relax. She had not noticed that Francesca had slipped out of the room until she realized she was again alone. With her cup in hand, she reclined back against the chair and again gazed into the dark eyes of the mysterious man...

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