Monte Carlo Affairs. Emilie Rose

squeamishness sometimes bothered him. “It’s good to meet you, Stacy.”

      “You too, Vincent. And thank you for this once-in-a-lifetime vacation.”

      “You’re welcome. Anything that keeps Candace from overdoing it with the wedding plans works for me.” Vincent encircled Candace’s waist and spread his left hand possessively over her still flat belly. The couple exchanged another intimate, love-laden glance.

      What would it be like to have a man look at her that way?

      The rogue thought staggered Stacy. Suddenly it hit her that she would never experience the bond that Candace and Vincent shared. Until now that hadn’t concerned her. In fact, being alone and safe was a path she’d deliberately chosen, but now the solitary life she’d planned yawned ahead like a barren stretch of desert road.

      Because of her bargain with Franco she’d soon have a home. But it would be empty.

      She’d never fall in love.

      Never experience the hope, joy and anticipation of having a child with someone she loved—all of the emotions written clearly on Candace’s face.

      Stacy would live alone. Die alone. And the world would be no different because of her time in it.

      Sadness settled over her like a cold, wet blanket. Every lesson she’d learned to this point had made her afraid to let anyone get too close. But she’d found the courage to make friends. Could she also find the courage to allow a man into her life and into her heart?

      Not a powerbroker like Franco. But maybe someone tamer. Someone less wealthy. Someone she could trust.

      If such a man even existed.