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‘As long as you letas you shared your prize with me’

He smiled ‘I didn’t mean in a restaurant I don’t live far from a tube station Come and have lunch with me’

Go to his home?

She’d have to be crazy, especially given the way her body had reacted to his on the balloon ‘It’s a bit early for lunch’ It was barely eleven

He shrugged ‘We were up early I’d say it’s lunchti her He couldn’ta coward

Well, she wasn’t ‘Lunch,’ she said, lifting her chin, ‘would be lovely’

‘Good’

He unlocked the front door of a tiny Victorian terrace with a pocket-handkerchief-sized front garden The décor was neutral—which she’d expected fro rooraphs clustered on theto make the place home rather than just somewhere to live

‘Anything I can do to help?’ she asked

‘You can put the kettle on, if you like’ His eyes glittered with alish coffee’ He retrieved a cafetière and a bag of ground coffee from the cupboard above the kettle, and sliced open the seal ‘If I was going to make proper coffee—the way I drink it—I’d use a briki’ It must have shown on her face that she didn’t understand, because he said, ‘It’s a Greek coffee-pot—you use it straight on the stove’

He’d already re it on the newel post, but now he stripped off his sweater to reveal a white V-necked T-shirt One that clung in all the right places

He’d looked hot in a suit Gorgeous in that leather jacket and sweater But now, in jeans and that white T-shirt, he was completely edible

Madison only just stopped herself touching him

But no way could she keep her fleece on She wasas it was ‘It is OK if I put my fleece on top of your jacket?’