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alarm system and lock to the entrance lobby to the apartments and waited to usher them inside before continuing, 'And you are purchasing flat number ten, Mr Cooke, is that correct?'
    Cooke...this man who looked nowhere near old enough to be the father of a teenage daughter was a Cooke, Katie reflected. Curiously she flicked a discreet look in his direction and then wished she hadn't as she realised that he'd caught her studying him.
    She looked away as quickly as she could, but not before she had recognised that he did indeed bear the very distinctive dark and sensual Cooke good looks—the rak-ish and very disturbing aura of maleness and danger they all seemed to have inherited in some measure or other from their long-ago gypsy ancestor.
    'In fact,' the agent continued, as he led the way to the discreetly concealed lifts that serviced the house's upper floors, 'seeing as you are going to be close neighbours—
    yours are the only two apartments on the top floor—
    perhaps I should introduce you to one another.'
    Turning to Katie and before either of them could stop him he announced, 'Miss Katie Crighton... Mr Seb Cooke...'
    She was a Crighton , so where exactly did she lit into the extensive family tree? Seb wondered curiously as he gave Katie a narrow-eyed contemplative look. He could see at close quarters she was far prettier than he had realised that day in the street.
    Her eyes were veiled now as they mirrored her body language's mute dislike of both the situation and him.
    Her hair, smoothly brushed instead of tousled by the breeze, hung in a thick soft wave down past her shoulders. The black dress she was wearing hinted at rather than revealed the femininity of her body.
    It might not be revealing the lushly full curves of her breasts but he had a vivid memory of just how she and they had looked with the wind pressing the fabric of the top she had been wearing against their softness. In fact, unless his memory was playing tricks on him, she possessed a surprisingly voluptuous body for someone so slim.
    Without realising how stem or disapproving it made him look Seb frowned. What on earth was he doing even registering the voluptuousness of an unknown young woman's body, never mind remembering it? He may not have lived totally like a monk in the years since his divorce but the demands of his work coupled with his awareness of just what an appalling husband and father he had been ensured that he kept whatever relationships he had had to discreet liaisons with women who shared his beliefs that he was simply not good marriage material.
    As she saw him frown, Katie immediately felt a return of her earlier dislike of him. Heightened by her lack of self-esteem, this fuelled her inner conviction that such a sensual, rawly male man, must surely find her lacking in the kind of feminine attributes that would appeal to him. Not that she would want to appeal to him. Not under any circumstances.
    One look at him at close quarters had confirmed that he was most definitely not her type. Too aggressive, too arrogant and far, far too sexy. Oh yes, far, far too sexy, because, hidden away among all the other emotional burdens she was compelling herself to carry, Katie had what she considered to be a most uncool and unappealing secret and that was...
    'If you're a Crighton, can I ask... Are you one of the twin Crightons?'
    As Charlotte's semi-shy but wholly warm voice broke into her thoughts, Katie focused bemusedly on her.
    Charlotte too, like her father, had heard all about the Crightons from Guy and Chrissie, but unlike her'father she felt no self-consciousness about wanting to*satisfy her curiosity about just where Katie fitted into the family jigsaw. For Charlotte, the most fascinating and interesting part of the Crighton family saga was the fact that they so regularly produced sets of twins.
    'Charlotte...' Seb began warningly, but Katie shook her head. Unlike her father Charlotte was someone she had immediately felt at home with. She