“That was . . .” She had trouble forming a coherent sentence. “Last night was . . .”

“I thought so, too.”

“Not sure how I feel about you doing my thinking for me.”

“Then we’ll have to do a lot more of this so you can figure it out.”

“Mmm.” She felt so different with him. “I suppose we could do that.”

“I’ll find out all your deep, dark secrets.”

She felt a small part of herself recoiling. “You don’t want to go there.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“Can’t we just . . . enjoy this?”

“We did, all night long.” He made a sexy, wordless sound as he stretched again.

“You know what I mean. Last night was amazing. Let’s not spoil it by . . .”

“By what? Falling in love?”

“Who said anything about falling in love?”

“I did. Surprised the crap out of myself, too.”

“You’re funny.”

“You think?” He played with a lock of her hair, twisting it lazily around his finger. “What happened to you?” he asked. “Why hasn’t some guy swept you off your feet?”

I think some guy is doing that now, she thought. She reminded herself that this was so very new. There was a big part of his life that was shrouded in mystery. Finn was haunted by a betrayal of the heart—she knew that. What she didn’t know was . . . everything else.

She pulled back, still not trusting him. Not trusting herself. No one had ever made her feel this way.

Not even Jace.

The stark admission slipped past her wall of defenses. Her feelings for Jace, honed and perfected by time and remembrance and probably a big dose of self-delusion, had never felt this deep, this real. Her feelings for Finn were messy and intense and gloriously real.

Was it because she was older now? Because she knew her own heart better? Or because she was desperate?

She grabbed her phone from the pocket of his pants.

“Don’t even think of getting out of this bed,” he said with a luxurious stretch.

“I have to go,” she said, looking at her phone. “My father has news.”

“The DNA results are back.” Camille’s father patted the envelope in his pocket. They had met in the village for coffee. The café by the river bridge seemed to be a favorite of the locals.

“Wow. That was fast. Are you . . . did you open it?”

He nodded. “In fact, I received the results yesterday. I would have told you, but you were off with your new boyfriend.”

A flush heated her cheeks. She still felt strange, almost light-headed from being with Finn. “So are you going to tell me now?” she asked.

“Didier Palomar was not my natural father.”

“Seriously? I mean, I knew . . . I thought . . . based on physical traits alone, it seemed unlikely you were related to Palomar. But now we know.”

“Yes. Now we know. But there is still much we don’t know. Does this mean I’m a fraud? That Didier was tricked into believing I was his heir? What does it mean for Lisette? Was she unfaithful? A victim of rape?” He took out a handkerchief and dabbed at his forehead. “I want to feel relieved, but instead, it simply gives rise to more questions.”