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He doubted she kne husky she sounded, how provocative she looked, drowsy from sleep and sexy as sin The whole effect shook him to his foundations and, coupled with the near heart attack she’d just given hiry response, nor why he felt the need to distance himself

He rose ‘I have a standing appoints and I don’t intend to break it Not even for you’ In three weeks she’d be gone, a pleasant memory

Her expression cooled ‘This arrangeht it was exclusive’

‘It is’ He turned away, strode to his wardrobe

Didi flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling, unaccountably hurt, unreasonably disappointed Why was she feeling this way? Because the memory of that earlier mystery phone call hammered at her and it was all too easy to draw her own conclusions ‘I’ht,’ she said, listening to the rustle of clothes on the other side of the partially open door

She could al back in his head as he said, ‘It’s not every night, Didi, it’s Friday nights’

He strode back into the rooue

He earing jeans Blue jeans Faded, scruffy, worn jeans with a T-shirt that had been black once, and two sizes too small because it stretched over his chest like elastic over the Harbour Bridge

And she’d thought he looked sexy in a business suit…She’d thought he couldn’t look erous, bad-boy way that called to the wanton woman inside her

And he was going out Without her

She so didn’t care She wished she had a nail file and polish handy, or a es ever so carelessly and show hied ‘Sluht, huh?’

He stilled, every hard ripple in that impressive chest tense, every ht angry line Soerous flashed in his eyes—not in that bad-boy way, but in a way that made her want to shrink back and wish the sarcastic words unsaid Definitely the lowest form of wit