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with his guitar, then turned around and looked into her eyes, she captured his heart and soul, and he had felt driven to make her his. Never in his life had anything like that ever happened to him. He hadn't dated anyone in over a year, and it hadn't been because of lack of opportunity. The way women threw themselves at him regularly had been both nauseating and off-putting. But Giselle had been different. He felt different just being near her. He knew she would most likely think he was using a line to pick her up, but somehow his heart had spoken to hers, and he knew if she hadn't been open to him and the words he spoke–words that hadn't come to him until the moment he approached her table–he would have been lost. She possessed complete power over him and she hadn't even known it.
                  Drawing his thoughts back to the present, Julian turns as Aidan holds out his plate, and he quickly takes it before the little boy becomes impatient and drops it.
    “All don', laddie ?” He cleans his son up and takes him up to the playroom. Then he heads back down to finish cleaning the kitchen, missing the finishing touch Giselle normally adds. He is wiping off the counter when the phone rings.
    “Hello.”
    “Hi, it’s me.”
    “Hi, me,” he says, happy to talk to her.
    “How are things this morning?”
    “All right, darlin ', except I’m missin ' ye somethin ' fierce.”
    “I miss you so much. I just woke up and thoughts of you have been swimming in my head.”
    He grins, imagining her dreamy smile. “Great minds thin' alike.” He wishes he could be there beside her, holding her warmth against him.
    “How is Aidan this morning?”
    “He’s fine. He just finished eatin ' breakfast with its usual sogginess.”
    Giselle laughs. “He always has to apply the finishing touch on his meal before he even gets started.”
    “He definitely does.” Julian leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, enjoying the sound of her voice. “How was yer night?”
    “It was wonderful. Dad had a limo pick us up and take us to dinner. Then we took a drive around the city.”
    “A limo, huh?” Tell the auld man tha's goin ' ta be a hard act ta follow. Does tha ' mean I should hav ' one waitin ' at the airport when ye return?”
    “No, thank you. I would much rather ride up front next to you. Besides, what would I do with my back seat drivers license?”
    Julian grins. “We definitely cannae let tha ' go ta waste. So, wha ' are ye doin ' today?”
    “I don’t know. Dad wouldn’t tell me. I guess I am in for another surprise . . . unless you know something. Do you?”
    “No, darlin '. But even if I did, I wouldnae tell ye.”
    “Thanks a lot.”
    “Sure.” He chuckles softly. “You hav ' a good day today an' donnae worry aboot anythin ', all right?”
    “You have a good day, too. I’ll be thinking about you.”
    “And I ye. I love ye more than anythin ', Giselle.”
    “I love you too.”

    After hanging up, I lay in bed a minute longer and speculate about today’s activities. I know it is  pointless to ask Dad what he has planned, so I decide to just go with it and let myself be excited about being surprised. I also decide a relaxing bubble bath would be a great way to start the morning. I can’t remember the last time I indulged myself with a long soak.
    I finally get up and head to the closet to pick out an outfit for the day. It would help if I knew what we were doing.   I quickly put the question out of my mind and settle on a knee-length white floral skirt, a red crochet top with a matching cardigan, and gold gladiator sandals. This is an outfit for anything.
    Heading to the bathroom, I place my clothes on the bed and freeze. Hesitantly, I approach the head of the bed, shocked to see a lock of my hair lying on the pillow. I reach up and bury my fingers in the thick tresses, startled to feel a large bare spot on the back of my scalp.
    No, no. This can't be happening!
    Hurrying into the