Roarke had only heard that voice once, but he’d never forget it.

Roarke scanned the woman. She was gorgeous in a floor-length blue gown that reminded him of something a Greek goddess would wear. The smooth, creamy skin of her back and shoulders gleamed, highlighted with a dusting of glitter that augmented her ethereal beauty.

Roarke glanced at her left hand. The huge rock she’d been sporting a few nights earlier was notably absent.

One corner of Annabel’s mouth curled in a grin as she took another sip of her martini. She leaned in and whispered, “I don’t know if you know this, but you’re staring. It’s frowned upon in polite society.”

Before he could respond, she pressed a hand to his chest, lifted onto her toes and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Roarke froze, startled.

Annabel laughed. “I can’t figure out if the kiss was that bad or that good.”

“It was good. Definitely...good.”

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