The automatic door buzzed, and Gianna summoned a pleasant smile, only to have it freeze with shock at the sight of the tall broad-shouldered man entering the boutique

His powerful frame appeared no less imposing than she remembered, and his dark hair gleamed, emphasizing broad-boned facial features, a strong jaw, wide cheekbones, the Mediterranean skin tone, and eyes so dark they appeared almost black.

Raúl. Ex-lover, estranged husband…and a man she had fervently hoped never to see again. Dear heaven. What was he doing here?

She lingered a little too long on his mouth, the sensual curve revived a host of memories she fought hard to control. Vivid, primitive…so much so, she could almost feel the touch of his lips, the wicked sweep of his tongue.

Oh, God. The silent despairing groan remained locked in her throat. Don’t go there. It took all her effort to tilt her head a little and summon a wry smile.

She glimpsed a muscle bunch above the edge of his jaw and felt a moment of satisfaction as she enjoyed the small visible sign of his tension, too.

“What brings you here Raúl?”

One eyebrow lifted in cynical query. “You.”