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He lifted his eyes to her face, re the powerful way his body had reacted to her the other night and trying to tell himself that it had been a momentary aberration Because she was plain Ordinary If he’d passed her in the street, he wouldn’t have given her a second glance Her jeans weren’t particularly flattering and neither was her shirt But her eyes looked like silver and wavy strands of pale hair were escaping fro, so that in the harshness of the artificial light she looked as if she were surrounded by a faint blonde halo

A halo His mouth twisted He couldn’t think of a less likely candidate for angelic status

‘You sold your story,’ he accused

‘I didn’t sell anything,’ she contradicted ‘No ed hands’

‘So the journalist is clairvoyant, is that what you’re saying? She just guessed ereout?’

She shook her head ‘That’s not what I’ behind a tree having a cigarette and saw us kissing’

‘You mean it was a set-up?’ he questioned, his tone flat

‘Of course it wasn’t a set-up!’ She glared at hiet o about it, don’t you think? I think being caught dipping your fingers in the till is the o’

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief ‘So she just happened to be there—’

‘Yes!’ she interrupted angrily ‘She did She was a guest, staying at the hotel And the next day she corneredher and there was no way I could have avoided talking to her’

‘You still could have just said no co you,’ he accused ‘You didn’t have to gush and call e ed to build up You didn’t have to disclose what you’d overheard when you’d clearly been listening in to my telephone conversation’

‘How could I help but listen in, when you broke off to take a call in front of me?’

He glared at her ‘What right did you have to repeat any of it?’

‘And what right do you have to co all these accusations at me?’