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‘Wow’ The girl studied her closely ‘You look really ill’

Libby bit back a groan and closed her eyes She had absolutely no idea where she was but she knew she had an alover

Which didn’t really make sense because she hadn’t touched alcohol

Or, at least, not intentionally

Suspicion entering herskull and sat up sloincing slightly as a shaft of sunlight probed through the curtain and stabbed her between the eyes

Realising that she was lying in an enorant bedroom, panic swamped her

Whose bedroom?

Just what had happened last night?

The girl was still studying her closely, as if she couldn’t understand how anyone could look so awful and still be alive ‘Yiayiaa woman home while I was in the house, so I suppose that means he’s in love with you’

What?

Who was the girl sitting on the bed?

And who the hell was Andreas?

Searching her aching brain for soht before, Libby had a sudden memory of broad, muscular shoulders, a firm mouth and lots and lots of fireworks

Yes, there’d definitely been fireworks

‘I…er…who exactly is Yiayia?’

‘Yiayia is Greek for Grandh, Adrienne’ Cool irl scrambled off the bed, suddenly wary

‘There’s no need to use that scary tone I’h to know the facts of life and I know all about sex’ She looked at Libby curiously ‘Did you have sex? Yiayia says that loads of woo to bed with Andreas because he’s seriously rich and very good-looking Woo mad about him’

Deprived of her powers of speech, Libby glanced helplessly at the man in the doorway and clashed with the darkest, sexiest eyes she’d ever seen Despite her somewhat pathetic state, hershe never did when she met a man

She stared

He ell over six feet, powerfully built, with jet black hair sested a Mediterranean heritage He possessed all the arrogant self-assurance of a man who’d been chased by women from the cradle