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‘Fine,’ she said in the cal I collect s and I leave this house for ever’

CHAPTER EIGHT

ALESSANDRO watched Megan fro rooe of the bayShe hadn’t reh the central heating was still on and the room arm

Too warm, in fact He rid himself of his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his shirt to the elbows

‘Drink?’ he asked, and when she shook her head, he shrugged and said, ‘Well, I could do with one’

Megan looked at hier as he went across to one of the cupboards which slid noiselessly back to reveal a well-stocked bar

The man was as cool as a cucumber! She had just threatened to leave hi? As though nothing had been said! As though this was just another normal day at the ranch!

‘You were saying…?’ Alessandro turned back to her and sipped his whisky

‘I was saying that I bumped into Victoria, and she told an drew in a deep breath and, taking her cue fro to spiral out of control Her voice was flat and calm ‘I was under the impression that you were responsible for the break-up, Alessandro’

‘Does it er points? When it co to be gained fro blame’

‘Don’t try and tords,’ Megan said bitterly ‘I was led to believe that you broke off your engagement because you wanted a relationship with me…’

‘You believed what you wanted to believe,’ Alessandro told her, his furycalled to account He braced himself for the inevitable direction of the conversation

‘So you’re not going to deny that Victoria was the one who decided to break off your engagement?’

The last pathetic shred of hope that he ht at least try to disabuse her of Victoria’s version of what had taken place shrivelled and died in the face of his continued silence