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moved against him.
Cade smiled, pecked her cheek, and gave her a careless nudge.
тАЬOff you go, then.тАЭ He returned to his reader. Suzanne stood and
stretched.
The rush of blood to her nipples and thighs startled her. He really
was indifferent to her! She would have to actually work at getting
him interested, winning him from his casual readingтАж God, it was
exciting!
She would succeed, of course. She always did. But why hadnтАЩt she
ever realized before how much more interesting the victory was
when sheтАЩd have to struggle for it? She hadnтАЩt been this aroused in
years.
тАЬCadeтАжтАЭ She leaned over him and nibbled on his ear. тАЬSweet
CadeтАжтАЭ
He tilted his head to look up at her, eyebrows raised. The drugs
had done something to his eyes, or to her perception of them; they
looked lighter, more opaque. Suzanne laughed softly. тАЬCome on, it
will be so goodтАжтАЭ
тАЬOh, all right. If you insist.тАЭ
He rose from his chair, turned to pick up the dropped reader. He
nudged an antique vase a quarter inch to the right on one of
SendilтАЩs occasional tables. He rubbed his left elbow, gazing out the
window. Suzanne took his hand, and they ambled toward the
bedroom.
And it was wonderful. The most interesting show in years. Really,
the fashion designers were geniuses.
тАЬCade, Flavia and Mikhail have invited us to a water fete on
Saturday. Do you want to go?тАЭ
He looked up from his screen, where he was checking his portfolio
on the New York Stock Exchange. He didnтАЩt even look annoyed that
sheтАЩd interrupted. тАЬDo you want to go?тАЭ
тАЬI asked you.тАЭ
 тАЬI donтАЩt care.тАЭ
Suzanne bit her lip. тАЬWell, what shall I tell Flavia?тАЭ
тАЬWhatever you like, love.тАЭ
тАЬWell, thenтАж I thought I might fly to Paris this week-end.тАЭ She
paused. тАЬTo see Guillaume.тАЭ
He didnтАЩt even twitch. тАЬWhatever you like, love.тАЭ
тАЬCadeтАФdo you care if I visit Guillaume? For an entire weekend?тАЭ
In the summer, a threat to visit Guillaume, a for-mer lover who
still adored Suzanne, had produced drama that went on for sixteen
straight hours.
тАЬOh, Suzanne, donтАЩt be tiresome. Of course you can visit
Guillaume if you want.тАЭ Cade blew her a casual kiss.
She charged across the room, seized his hand, and dragged him
away from the terminal. His eyebrows rose slightly.
But afterward, as Cade lay deeply asleep, Suzanne won-dered.
Maybe heтАЩd actually been right, after all, about the cur-rent
fashions. Not that it hadnтАЩt been exciting to work at arousing him,
butтАж she wasnтАЩt supposed to be working. She was supposed to feel