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‘But I would’ve e to protest her aunt’s decision to call on the help of an old friend, rather than her niece Seeing the lines of tension and anxiety already indenting Sybil’s face, Merry decided to keep what had happened with Angel to herself Right now, her aunt had enough on her plate and didn’t need any additional stress from Merry’s corner

That evening, once Elyssa was bathed and tucked into her cot, Merry opened a bottle of wine Sybil had already departed for the first flight she had been able to book and Merry was feeling el’s na she had never allowed herself to do before, dee online to be unhealthy and potentially obsessional Now drinking her wine, she didn’t care any more because her spirits were low and in need of distraction

A cascade of photos lined up and in a driven mood of defiance she clicked on theood in pictures Her lip curled and she refilled her glass, sipping it while she browsed, only to freeze when she saw the ht to lunch with his father the day Merry had told hinant That photo had been taken only the night before at soel, the ultiner dinner jacket, seous, and his blonde co dress that exposed an astonishing amount of her chest

She was Greek too, a woel would presumably have e to do an online search on Roula as well What was she? A stalker?

She finished her glass of wine and grabbed the bottle up in a defiant lad she had looked, wasn’t she? The very night before he proposed el had been in another woht in her bed Even worse the sexy blonde was clearly an unusual woel’s life and not one of the more normal options, anned briefly on scene and then was never seen again with him

Merry fought the turbulent swell of e that it bothered her in the slightest to discover that Angel was still seeing that same blonde all these many months later But denial didn’t work in theinto theto consume her

How dared he propose to her only hours after being in another wo him seriously? And how dared he come on to her as he had out on the terrace before he’d left? Didn’t he have any in to be jealous over such a brazen, incurable playboy?

And yet she was jealous, Merry acknowledged wretchedly, stupidly, pointlessly jealous of a thoroughly fickle, unreliable e flared inside her afresh as she recalled that careless suggestion that they ht, shoving it on the table without ceremony or even a hint of roestion seriously?

In a sudden movement Merry flew out of her seat and stalked out to the kitchen to lift the business card Angel had left with her She was texting hih what she wanted to say…

Do you realise that if you ive up other women?

Angel studied the screen of his phone in disbelief He was dining with his brother Vitale and the sudden text froed to Merry took him aback He breathed in deep, his wide, sensualwith exasperation

Are you finally taking me seriously? If I married you there would be NO OTHER WOMEN

Merry had texted him in shouty capitals

‘Problems?’ Vitale hazarded

Angel shook his dark head and grinned while wondering if Merry was drunk He just could not i that blunt otherwise Merry of all wo him, Merry as always so careful, so restrained A sudden and quite shocking degree of wondering satisfaction gripped Angel, washing away his edgy tension, his conviction that he had