Alessandro laughed, reached over, and stole a piece of one of the little orange peppers. Arabella’s eyes got big. Runa opened her mouth and Arabella clamped her hand over it. I gave Alessandro a sweet smile. “That’s not yours.” Take the bait. You know you want to. “Give me back my pepper. I mean it, Alessandro. You can’t have it.” Three, two, one . . . Alessandro winked at me and popped the pepper into his mouth. His gorgeous jaw moved. He froze. His expression locked into a harsh mask. “Don’t you want to say something suave?” I asked. “Go ahead. Flirt with me.” A red flush washed over his
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