Chapter 6
The moment she’d made that comment about his ego, Mateu had wanted to kiss London until her serious gaze melted into the dreamy-eyed one she’d had at the sight of Gaudi Cathedral. He loved the way her emotions played over her features. Intense then pensive, serious then mischievous. Watching her reactions was fast becoming his favorite pastime.
“My mother always told me how great I am,” he teased. “So the ego was bound to follow.”
“It certainly is healthy.” She laughed, wiping a few tears from her eyes. “These onions. Whew.”
Pulling the towel from his shoulder, he stepped up to the small sink. He ran cold water over one end of the cloth, then returned to London. “Here.” He carefully pressed the fabric just under her bottom lashes. Standing close enough to feel the warmth radi
