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What else? Polly pulled herself away froers possessively over the polished wood Okay, let’s do this She pulled up a search engine and typed in his name ‘Who are you, Monsieur Beaufils?’ she murmured as she hit enter

The page instantly filled with several engines He had left quite the digital trail

Polly sat back and began to read Soround, his family the proud makers of a venerable brand of wine However, Gabe had left hoe in the States and stayed on to do his MBA while working at one of the biggest retail chains there

‘Good,’ shethe next paragraph, an article written about hio ‘What else?’

Two years ago he had returned hoital sales at Des innovation into one of Paris’s rande da to do here?

So h several lines of results Nothing Either he was very discreet or he didn’t have a private life

Polly’sabove hers Despite herself she flicked her tongue over them as if she could still taste him Discreet it was That was a very practised kiss

She took the cursor back to the top of the page and hit the ie filled with photos of Gabe, s, serious, in a suitin head-to-toe Lycra

Hang on? He earing what?

She hovered over the i out of a lake, wetsuit half undone, and Polly resisted the urge to zoom in on his chest She checked the caption He was a triathlete

Gabriel Beaufils Confident, char, discreet and competitive

She could handle that

A s to be almost too easy

‘I hope I didn’t keep you waiting I got caught up in so’

As a matter of fact he was precisely on ti outside the office watching a stopwatch to make sure he walked back in exactly one hour after she had dismissed him