room alone. When he returned, he had a lovely pink and white shawl that felt like cashmere and smelled of lavender. Lavender, that was what she was smelling with the sandalwood. He gently wrapped it around her shoulders and motioned her to the door. “This should keep you comfortable during the ride. If it is not warm enough, please let me know.”

       “Thank you, Señor. Not just for the wrap, but for your hospitality and the escort. I will forever be in your debt.” Lizette again felt the sting of embarrassment in her cheeks. She was more than ready to be back on Bella headed for her nice comfy bed and away from this man. This last thought made her feel even more guilty. He had been nothing but nice and accommodating to her and all she w...

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