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Should he follow her?
How could he not follow her after such a clear indication of interest?
Matthew waded through the dancers as politely as he could, chasing after the only thing he could recall being interested in for eighteen very long, very cold months.
When he paused under a grand arch between the two rooms, he saw her. He had the distinct impression she felt just as he did.
Though maybe she’d been flirting and it hadn’t meant anything.
He cursed under his breath. It had been far too long since he’d dated to remember the rules, which was saying something for a guy who thrived on rules. But this was Venice, not Dallas, and he could be someone else.
There were no rules.
They locked gazes across the room and he went after her.
Pregnant
by Morning
Kat Cantrell
KAT CANTRELL read her first Mills & Boon® novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. What else would she write but romance? She majored in literature, officially with the intent to teach, but somehow ended up buried in middle management at Corporate America, until she became a stay-at-home mum and full-time writer.
Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas. When she’s not writing about characters on the journey to happily-ever-after, she can be found at a soccer game, watching the TV show
Kat was a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist for best unpublished series contemporary manuscript.
To my sister.
Our trip to Italy remains
one of my most cherished memories.
Contents
One
Matthew Wheeler stepped into the fray of Carnevale not to eat, drink or be merry, but to become someone else.
Venice attracted people from all over the globe for its beauty, history or any number of other reasons, but he doubted any of the revelers thronging Piazza San Marco had come for the same reason he had.
Matthew adjusted the tight mask covering the upper half of his face. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. Everyone wore costumes, some clad in tuxedos and simple masks like Matthew, and many in elaborate Marie Antoinette–style dresses and feathered headpieces. Everyone also wore smiles, but that was the one thing he couldn’t summon.
“Come, my friend. ” Vincenzo Mantovani, his next-door-neighbor, clapped Matthew on the shoulder. “We join the party at Caffe Florian. ”
“Va bene,” Matthew replied, earning a grin from the Italian who had appointed himself Matthew’s Carnevale guide this evening. Vincenzo appointed himself to a lot of things, as long as they were fun, reckless and ill-advised, which made him the appropriate companion for a man who wanted to find all of the above but had no clue how to accomplish it.
