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As it did now
He stood there, do the physical space just as he dominated her mental space, six foot of lean rey suit, with an effortless elegance about hi his continental heritage Guy de Rochelishman, yet his French surname was only a fraction of the co house of Rochee and power
Now, those extraordinary long-lashed eyes that could lance were resting on her She felt, as she always did, their power, but now, for the first ti different—the tension that see with a fine disturbance of the equilibrium
She paused, waited, the coffee pot that she had been holding as he’d walked into the sunlit kitchen still in her hand Suddenly the kitchen seeht, less warible, tense—it seele heart
Then he spoke
‘I have solish was al a faint sussuration of French, Italian, Ger alot relatives His voice was clipped, and as she heard it Alexa felt the first treiven the world not to feel It was an eive no name to, would deny completely, because to adht destroy her It was a door she must never open—no matter what Guy did, what he said
Even when it was the words he was saying now She heard the words, but they came from very far away, from a place she’d dreaded, feared His clipped, reserved expression told her far h each syllable was like a scalpel slicing across her bare flesh
‘I’ married,’ said Guy de Rochement
Alexa was standing very still Alht irrelevantly—for his s to hi on hiht now A statue by one of those absurd and over-inflated contereatness, a wo a coffee pot as if it were a Greek urn He, too, seemed frozen Or at least hiswhat he had to say, and knowing the implications of it
Those iuous Unavoidable
Completely obvious to him
A minute frown shadowed his eyes momentarily
Were they as obvious to her, though?
He went on studying her for the space of another heartbeat as she stood there, perfectly ister in those luhted eyes that had so entranced hily beautiful, set in a face that even his high standards for female allure could not fault Her beauty was coure of slender perfection that had immediately, irrevocably captured his interest—an interest that he had pursued with all his customary ruthlessness when it came to such matters