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On the verge of flight, she was stopped by Doain—this ti him to a football match At this, Alessandro focused his fabulous dark eyes on her and said, unsly, ‘Isn’t that beyond the call of duty, Miss Reynolds?’

How can you not even recognise ettable? Didn’t he even recognise her name? Maybe he had met so many woreat big blur

‘It seemed the only way to persuade Dominic to be a tree’ It was a ed to re haywire ‘And it’s not taking hi football’

‘You play football?’

His dark, sexy voice wrapped itself around her, threatening to strangle her ability to breathe

‘One ofone protective step back She dragged her eyes away fro face and addressed his fiancée ‘I hope you have a lovely Christ the discarded sushi, which had seeped through the napkin and was now gluey against the tightly closed palm of her hand

‘You’ll have to give my mother your phone number, Miss Reynolds, and your address For the football match? You promised!’

Two steps further back and a brief nod ‘Sure I’ll leave it on a piece of paper on the front desk Now, I really must dash…meet some of the other parents…Very nice to meet you…’

Her eyes flickered across to Alessandro, then away He wasn’t even looking at her He was sipping his wine, his eyes drifting in boredonificant teacher Why should he be interested in anything she had to say? He didn’t even remember who she was!

For the next hour Megan kept her distance fro him out in the crowd He was always easy to spot He dominated the room—and not just with his powerful physical presence He looked as though he owned the space around him and only the special chosen feere invited in