Chapter 13
In her hotel room, London’s heart slammed in her chest as Mateu closed the door and turned the lock. The soft tsk signaled a point from which she could never return.
Surprises, gifts, all of it was so new to her. The only gifts she ever received were the new collections of Hanky Panky underwear, when she actually wore any, that she gave herself each year for Christmas, and the occasional facial from her mother. Both were her thirty-something-year-old attempts to stay sexy and keep gravity from pulling on her ass and cheekbones like the magazines all warned. She always did prefer to plan ahead.
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. Taking me to your family’s orchard was more than I’d ever expected.”
He backed her toward the bed with a decidedly wolfish grin. “You know
