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He seemed to have becoive her tiave her time to brush her hair and stick on so and there he was Cool, casual and i And on her doorstep And yes, she was horrified to see hi there But she was also…shamefully excited

‘I’ve already brought the wine’ He handed her two bottles of very expensive stuff which she du

‘This is just crazy’ Her heart was thu a casual pair of creaainst it, his skin was bronzed and vitally attractive and she didn’t want to stare so she focused on the logo on his shirt instead

‘What’s wrong with crazy some of the time?’ Crazy? It didn’t feel crazy to hiina, he ree with his self-diagnosis She, too, had called him crazy when he had spoken to her three days before A lot else, as well In fact, crazy had been one of her entle remarks

‘You can’t do this,’ she had told him, over her spritzer in his aparte’s been planned and invitations have been sent out!’

But after the tears and the pleading had coe, crazy had been one of her less flamboyant descriptions of him

Angelo had gritted his teeth and sat through the tirade He had felt sorry for her, in a curiously detached way, but had been implacable in his decision and he knew that his ier, as had his observation that she would find someone far more suitable as a husband in time

He had been relieved when she had finally stor hiele thing that could not be returned It had seemed a very small price to pay, in his opinion

The only thing he had kept froh with the e That would have been honesty stretched to the point of needless cruelty, so he hadof his previous relationship with their caterer and had greeted accusations of infidelity in complete silence

‘Do you led to divest herself of the idea that they were on a date and focus on the notion that he ht just want to prove to hiday? Just in case I secretly use cook-in sauces in my recipes? I don’t, as it happens’

‘I’ it to me My car’s just there so we’ll drive to the nearest supermarket Where is it?’

‘I usually get my fresh meat and fish directly from source,’ Francesca said with a touch of pride ‘And the anic’

‘Well, I think that just for tonight ill do aith the fish and et at the superanic business’

‘That’s not a very twenty-first century response,’ Francesca said, slipping into the passenger seat and watching her house disappear with a certain a

‘Well, maybe I aear at the traffic lights and glanced sideways at her She wasat him but she would look at him eventually There was no rush He felt the sah him as he had felt earlier on in the week, when he had e him he needed to do from the very first time he had set eyes on her in that restaurant in Covent Garden He was no twenty-first century man

Telling hih to restrict his responses to a casual shrug over an unfortunate episode in his past had been a vast ement of his own character His relationship with her had never, for hih to warrant such indifference