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Her hand crept to her throat, though not out of fear ‘I’m sorry—’ she whispered

‘About what?’ he pounced

She drank in the sight of him In dark trousers and white shirt he looked lean and fit, but there were signs of strain around his eyes and mouth

‘You look tired—’

‘So I should,’ he said bitingly ‘I’ve been working like a slave for the past feeeks and spent the last twenty-four hours in the air without a wink of sleep’

Veronica’s searching eyes paused, and widened

He tensed ‘What is it?’

She bit her lip ‘N-nothing’

‘It’s not nothing Start talking to et out of here’

But what if she didn’t want to ever leave?

Luc was here, in New Zealand He had gone to all this trouble to set her up for an ambush Not the actions of aher out of his life Luc, too, needed closure

‘You have a couple of grey hairs…I never noticed the to touch the spot on his temple

He recoiled, co the black band at the nape of his neck ‘That’s because I never had any before Not until I ely ‘I’ll probably be totally white by the tih’

She propped herself up on her elbows as she realised what else was different ‘You’re wearing a tie!’

He loosened the dark red silk self-consciously and unbuttoned his collar ‘I had a me