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br />“The suitcase is my territory”

“Then you have no right to leave it where… Oh my! What-is-THAT?”

Emily followed the woman’s stare

“That” was Sir Arrogant’s li By daylight, it was the size of a yacht

The little dog woofed and trotted down the steps with Mrs Flynn hanging on to the end of the leash

The rear passenger door opened Marco stepped from the car

Mrs Flynn gasped

Who could blaht, as her mouth went dry

He was, in a word, spectacular

Not in a suit

In jeans, a dark blue T-shirt, an open leather boht early-ot-to-shave stubble on his jaw The jeans were faded; they clung to his narrow hips and long legs The T clung to his chest and flat belly

He was a fantasy come true, and if her pulse beat any harder, surely he would hear it

“Good ”

His voice was early h and low and husky

Emily’s heart jumped