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And —that afor her

His expression had tightened, as if he wasn’t used to being challenged in any way

‘I need to talk to her’ His reply ignored her de tactic ‘Is she here?’

Rosalie’s grip on the door tightened ‘I’m Rosalie Jones,’ she said She spoke reluctantly, and was about to repeat her question as to anted to know, but the expression on the ed

‘You?’ he said

There was total disbelief in his voice

The dark eyes skewered hers ‘You are Rosalie Jones?’ His htened to a thin line ‘Impossible,’ he said

For a moment he just stared at her, that look of disbelief still upon his ludicrously good-looking face, and Rosalie found herself going ra at her Because there wasthat suddenlyOf what he was seeing

Me, looking a total fright after cleaning this pigsty all day

Then, suddenly, he stepped indoors, and another spike of apprehension shot through her, cutting off that burning self-consciousness

‘What the—?’ she began indignantly

But he had closed the front door, turning to her That look of disbelief was still on his face, but he was h he were steeling himself to talk to her

‘You are Rosalie Jones?’ he echoed Incredulity flattened his voice

She stared Why did he sound disbelieving?

She tilted her face—he see in the small hallhich was ill lit and shadowed now that the front door to the street was closed It made her supremely conscious of the visceral impact of the man, from his immaculately cut sable hair to his polished handood looks and those a over her as if he found her assertion outrageous