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    They didn’t speak as they made their way down the mountain, the sky darkening into early dusk. Matteo led the way on Anteros, Marica following at a slow, steady pace. Quinn wished desperately for some of her mare’s calm demeanor. Because that had not been her . She hadn’t been able to let a man near her since Julian. Hadn’t wanted to. Yet every time she got within five feet of Matteo De Campo she wanted his hands all over her.
    Matteo De Campo. She wasn’t sure if she should be thrilled she wasn’t the ice queen everyone, including herself, thought she was or distraught at herincredibly bad judgment.
    Her mouth compressed. Matteo was playing a game. He was playing to win. And she was acting like some silly pawn in it. She clenched her legs around Marica as they went down a steep section, her muscles crying out at the request. Crazy when she had a to-do list as long as her arm of major do-or-die issues she needed to take care of with Luxe.
    She needed to get on that plane tomorrow morning with her head on straight, primed for what lay ahead.
    Put temptation out of reach.
    Unfortunately, her track record of late wasn’t stellar.

CHAPTER FIVE
    M ATTEO HAD KNOWN he was going to kiss Quinn from the moment she’d gotten down off Marica, her green eyes glowing with the exhilaration of having conquered her fear. Most definitely after he’d heard the intense vulnerability in her voice when she’d said her birth parents hadn’t been able to keep her. He’d taken action after one too many not-so-subtle invitations from the queen of mixed signals, and the result had been a scientific experiment gone horrifically right. A chemistry test he wished he could forget, but had been burned into his brain ever since Quinn had left Italy two days ago.
    Not even the mountain of work he’d plowed through on the ten-hour flight to St. Lucia had been enough to banish the memory of an eager, passionate Quinn in his arms. The fact that she’d answered his question about what she’d be like when she totally let go hadn’t put his curiosity to rest. It had made it much, much worse. Because now he knew.
    His low curse was drowned out by the roar of the surf below the dramatic, open wall of his suite at Paradis Entre les Montagnes, Luxe’s world-renowned luxury resort tucked between the island’s famous twin volcanoes. He straightened his bow tie in the mirror and scowled. Why in God’s name hadn’t he just packaged up the insight he’d gained from digging into her hard-to-penetrate psyche and used it to work her angles? Why had he had to kiss her?
    He picked his jacket up and shrugged it on with an antagonized movement. Bad judgment seemed to be his specialty. No matter how many times he told himself Angelique Fontaine had pursued him that night in Paris, had followed him to his hotel room after his drinks with his brothers and thrown herself at him, it had been his huge error to let her in. His shortsightedness to medicate himself with a woman intimately involved with a deal that could make De Campo’s future.
    His breath came out in a long hiss. Things might not always have been perfect in his family, but they were everything to each other. Family was everything. He had to find a way to rid himself of that little demon that sat on his shoulder urging him to do all the wrong things. Because the Luxe deal was his chance to rebuild his reputation with his brothers. To right his past mistakes. And he wasn’t screwing it up.
    A glance at the clock told him he had five minutes before he met the others. He strode out to the edge of the patio with its mind-blowing view of the volcanoes, wrapped his fingers around the iron railing and tried to find the focus that usually came so easily to him. Tucked into the mountains directly across from the spectacular peaks, Paradis Entre les Montagnes—literally translated as Paradise Between the Mountains—had proven to be as beautiful as its namesake. A lush, green haven perched above