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I studiously fix my eyes on Jasper and my brain waves on the Siena, furiously deflecting memories of Victoria.
"So this Siena… was an improvement?" Bella asks, bless her intuitive heart.
Jasper's expression turns dreamy. "She was elegance on four legs. Versatile and dignified, yet deceptively complex. She'd invite you in and embrace you." He seems to snap out of his trance and addresses his audience. "Once you sit in a Siena, you'll never go Bologna again."
Jasper's hyperbole adds a new layer of fire to my blush, which intensifies when Bella slides her palm along my thigh and squeezes.
A/N: Oh for crying out loud! Poor Ed...