'I Do'...Take Two!

'I Do'...Take Two!
Merline Lovelace

HER PERFECT ROMAN HOLIDAYA Roman reunion isn't on Kate Westbrook's itinerary when she arrives in Italy. After all, she's flying solo on the vacation she'd hoped to share with her soon-to-be-ex. But when Kate tosses a coin into the Trevi Fountain, her deepest wish—a second chance with her gorgeous pilot husband—might come true…Travis knows his dangerous missions broke up his marriage, but he's determined to win back his wife. How can Kate resist the magic and moonlight of Venice, followed by a passionate interlude in a sun-drenched Tuscan villa? Now, instead of dodging missiles, Travis faces a far more daunting challenge: proving to the woman he adores that their love is as enduring as the Eternal City itself.

Travis tipped her chin up, drew his thumb along Kate’s lower lip.

“I know you need more time. I won’t push you. But while you’re weighing the pros and cons, don’t forget to include this in your calculations.”

He lowered his head, giving her time to draw back, feeling the jolt when she didn’t. At the first brush of his mouth on hers, hunger too long held in check kicked like an afterburner at full thrust. The heat, the fury burned like a blowtorch.

His palm slid to the nape of her neck. His mouth went from gentle to coaxing. From giving to taking. He circled her waist, drew her into him. They were hip to hip, thigh to thigh, her breasts pressed against his chest, her palms easing over his shoulders.

This was what he needed. What he’d ached for. The feel of her. The taste of her.

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Three Coins in the Fountain: When you wish upon your heart …

“I Do”…Take Two!

Merline Lovelace

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

A career air force officer, MERLINE LOVELACE served at bases all over the world. When she hung up her uniform for the last time, she decided to try her hand at storytelling. Since then, more than twelve million copies of her books have been published in over thirty countries. Check her website at www.merlinelovelace.com (http://www.merlinelovelace.com) or friend Merline on Facebook for news and information about her latest releases.

To my own handsome hero, who’s explored Italy with me from tip to toe.

What great memories we’ve made, my darling … with so many more to come!

Contents

Cover (#u7930655f-903a-5d28-9075-2c7bd19577ac)

Introduction (#ubaeb5284-9292-5c38-b103-39dced4e8d39)

Title Page (#u64ed1f1c-2c24-572b-a5dd-120d73cebfe9)

About the Author (#u48d43c7f-9c86-5caa-b657-2c96be50e5dd)

Dedication (#u05ed94af-154c-5eff-87f1-2d5f81d7fcbf)

Chapter One (#u37089e79-ea48-5b25-840f-7fc72aafe5b2)

Chapter Two (#ud1d95f7e-b856-5f04-9c28-ee90bae4bce1)

Chapter Three (#uf68643b3-e186-57d8-9140-75d85e44f4f4)

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Chapter One (#ulink_332f21c3-45fd-5cb5-ab3d-c0c2497205f0)

“Cm’on, Kate. We have to do it.”

“No, we don’t.”

Katherine Elizabeth Westbrook—Kate to the two friends tugging her through the crowd lined up at one of Rome’s most famous landmarks—dragged her feet. The water spouting from the Trevi Fountain’s gloriously baroque sculptures glistened in the late August sunshine, but Kate had no inclination to participate in the time-honored tradition of tossing a coin in the sparkling pool.

“This is too touristy for words.”

“No, it’s not.” Vivacious, auburn-haired Dawn McGill dismissed Kate’s protest with an airy wave. “We’ve talked about doing this forever.”

“Remember the first time we watched Three Coins in the Fountain?”

That came from Callie Langston, the quiet one of the unbreakable triumvirate forged more than twenty years ago, when eight-year-old Kate and her family moved to the small town of Easthampton, Massachusetts.

Callie’s reminder of that long-ago sleepover won a smile from Kate. “How could I forget?”

They’d been friends for years by then, all three hopeless romantics and avid movie buffs. In that particular all-night extravaganza, they’d devoured pizza and Twinkies and a gallon of triple ripple mocha fudge while bingeing on rented movie classics.

Callie had chosen the 1940 megahit The Philadelphia Story, which had the three teens drooling over a debonair Cary Grant. Dawn had opted for Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart in Sabrina, a sparkling romance that provoked laughter and tears and a burning desire to run off to Paris. Kate had gone with the 1954 version of Three Coins in the Fountain, starring Dorothy McGuire and a dreamy Louis Jourdan as a playboy Italian prince. The story of three single women finding love and adventure in Rome made all three girls vow that one day they, too, would visit the Eternal City and toss a coin in its famed fountain.

Kate had loved the movie. Then. Back when she was young and naive and stupid enough to believe in happy endings.