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    â€œDon’t cry again.” This time Will made it a stern order.
    â€œI’m not.”
    â€œYou are. Quit it.” He fumbled for another diversion. “Okay, so what’s your father’s old address?”
    She reeled it off. The street was in the 7th arrondissement, which was the name of the absolute last suburban area he expected her to say. “Are you sure?”
    â€œAbsolutely.” She cocked her head. “What’s wrong? Is there something odd about the address? Or the neighborhood?”
    â€œNot exactly,” he muttered, and sucked in an uneasy breath. This was getting mighty complicated.
    She was mighty complicated.
    Will didn’t do complicated. Didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t. Yeah, he felt this wild, insane pull toward her—didn’t know why, didn’t care why, was just more or less enjoying it. He sure had enjoyed making love with her the night before.
    But now, he wanted to extricate himself before he got any more embroiled. Particularly when he sensed she might have a world of hurt coming—nothing to do with him, nothing he could do about it. But there was no point in two of them lying down on a train track if one of them could get out of the way.
    â€œSomething’s wrong,” she insisted. “Just say it. Whatever’s on your mind.”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œYes, there is. You looked tense all of a sudden.”
    â€œWell, yeah. The weather’s gone south on us fast.”
    Now there was an understatement. The morning drool hadn’t been bad, but the sun just couldn’t seem to stay out for long. Temporarily it was just misting hard, but from the look of the dirty clouds, they were minutes away from the day turning into a soaking deluge. A crack of thunder echoed his forecast.
    Kelly looked up, startled, and then simultaneously seemed to realize their heads were damp, rain sluicing off their jackets. How long had they been oblivious to the weather? She suddenly started to laugh.
    And darn it, because her laughter was so infectious, he started to laugh, too.
    Then, of course, they found their wits and ran for shelter. Or that’s where he thought they were running….
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    E XHAUSTED , LAUGHING , soaked to the skin, Kelly burst into the flat as soon as Will unlocked the door. Although it was only early evening, the apartment was midnight dark. Outside, the sky was still grumbling with thunderclouds. Traffic hissed on the wet streets below. Streetlights swayed in the wild wind.
    â€œGood grief! I feel kin to a fish!” she yelped, as she pushed out of her soggy shoes. Pulling off her light spring jacket made rain spatter everywhere, including on Will, who jerked upright when he heard her sneeze.
    â€œWe’ve got to get you to a shower before you catch your death.”
    They both seemed to reach the same decision—that it was better to peel off their soaking clothes right there, in the dark, not waiting. There was no point in dragging the ocean of wet stuff all through the apartment. And Will’s teeth were chattering as hard as hers were.
    Still, she was exhilarated. “I can’t believe how much we saw!”
    â€œYeah, well, I should have listened to my better sense and dragged you home hours ago.”
    â€œBut you said you were stuck doing some work tomorrow. And even if it’s Sunday, I still have to push through the passport nightmare. And this way, we had the whole day for you to show me Paris.” Her mind was still reeling with the wonders. Île Saint-Louis and the Hotel de Ville. Sacré-Coeur. The Eiffel Tower. The Jardin du Luxembourg.
    â€œYou don’t see gardens in the pouring rain, not if you have a brain.”
    â€œBut it was perfect. All rain-clean. And nobody else there but us—oomph.” Her fanny seemed to connect with his elbow. It would have helped if they both weren’t fumbling to get off wet things in the cramped