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‘I’ back the sheet and vacating the bed

‘Not really, no’ Indeed the thought of forcing food past her aching throat made her wince ‘But I could murder a cup of tea’

‘You’ll have to make it for yourself,’ he warned her ‘I sent the staff home’

‘I’ve beentea for myself since I was a child,’ she told him wryly

‘I forgot’ Faint colour enhancing the exotic slant of his cheekbones, Gaetano frowned ‘Your voice sounds funny’

‘I’et it too’

‘I never catch colds’ Gaetano vanished into the bathroo

Poppy was so exhausted that she really didn’t want toshe had becoh in recentWoodfield Hall and then had stood at the bar serving drinks all evening Sliding out of bed, she went into the dressing room to pick an outfit and padded off to find another bathroom to use

Gaetano hadn’t hurt her ht tiredly as she dressed He had been considerate He had e that he had learned how to make sex enjoyable with other wo hot and ht an absolute doozy of a cold but she didn’t want to be a burden by adht’s sleep would make her feel much better

Casually clad in cotton palazzo pants and a tee shirt, she went downstairs, located the kitchen and put on the kettle She heard Gaetano talking to someone and her brow pleated as she walked to the doorway to see who it was She alroaned out loud when she finally realised that he was talking into his phone in tones that sounded angry As his brilliant dark golden eyes landed on her she froze at the chilling light in his gaze

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, her voice fracturing into roughness

Gaetano thrust his phone back in the pocket of his jeans and stared at her angrily, almost as if he’d never seen her before ‘That was Rodolfo calling to warnsome tabloid newspaper plans to print tomorrow One of his old friends in the press tipped him off’