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‘I’an rasped
Her cheeks became flushed ‘Then why bother to ask?’
He gave a shrug ‘It seeood idea at the time’
‘And is your interest usually this fleeting?’
A slow smile curved those sculptured lips even as the dark eyes once again openly laughed at her ‘It depends what that interest happens to be…’
There was no an’s tone Nor Elizabeth’s longing to wipe that sedly handsome face!
What was it about Rogan Sullivan that brought out these uncharacteristic feelings of violence in her? That caused her to be constantly antagonised by him?
The answer to that was easy! Everything about hi her feel vulnerable and very feminine in a way that was totally unfamiliar to her As well as uncomfortable…
Elizabeth Broas defensive, nosy and confrontational, Rogan recognised as he continued to look at her ad combination for a university lecturer in History who read steaht and didn’t like surprises in her personal life
Whereas Rogan was an adrenaline junkie who lived for the challenges in his own life, personal and otherwise!
Elizabeth’s mouth firmed ‘Obviously your…interest doesn’t lie in rare books’
‘Obviously not,’ Rogan agreed, inwardly starting to regret deliberately baiting her
She had arrived teeks ago to catalogue Brad’s library—Rogan had checked that out with Mrs Baines earlier—and, pleasurable as itout his present frustration with the situation he found himself in on her
Because his father’s sudden death had co to any sort of understanding…
The two Sullivan men had never had the easiest of relationships When the family had lived in the States Brad had owned and run one of theco and frantic The fa that Brad had spent weekday nights at the aparted after the fao, so his father could open an office there Brad had stayed in London during the week, only returning to Sullivan House for the weekends
Consequently Brad hadn’t been around much, and had never attended any of the school events to which parents were invited—ie, had been the one to attend rugby an had appeared
Maggie had always been the bridge between Rogan and Brad, and when she had died so unexpectedly the twoin coan had refused to take up his place at Oxford University and instead returned to America and joined the army there
Rogan straightened abruptly ‘Continue to catalogue the library, by all means,’ he said brusquely ‘Whoever inherits will no doubt consider selling them if some of the books are as valuable as you say they are’
Elizabeth’s eyes widened ‘You aren’t expecting that to be you?’
Rogan Sullivan’s laugh lacked all humour ‘I have an appoint, so no doubt all will be revealed then But I’d think it doubtful, wouldn’t you?’
Elizabeth no longer knehat to think About this situation Or, indeed, about Rogan Sullivan…
Chapter Three
‘THIS is very kind of you,’ Rogan said as he sat beside Elizabeth as she drove her Mini Cooper into town
Elizabeth briefly turned her attention fro the narrow coast road to shoot hilance
Kindness on her part had nothing to do with the two of thean had more or less coht keep his appoint with Desmond Taylor, his father’s lawyer?
Having flown into England late the previous night, and feeling tired after a long flight, it appeared that instead of hiring a car Rogan had siot in a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Sullivan House Consequently, he had no transport of his own
As Elizabeth noorked for hiiven her permission to take a couple of hours off so that she could drive him into town!
‘Don’t push your luck,’ she warned him tersely
He arched dark brows ‘Is that what I’?’
‘You know you are’ Elizabeth’s only consolation in being coerced in this as that her car was obviously too sht It was extreer seat! Although his close proxis were only inches fro, to say the least…
Rogan glanced out of the side n the cliffs to where the sea was currently lapping gently onto the golden sand ‘I’d forgotten how ruggedly beautiful it is here…’
‘I expect it’s a lot different from New York?’