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Madame Bresson, jerked her back to her senses, and she tore herself free of his arms, facing him with flaming cheeks.
    That was not part of the agreement.' She wanted to sound cool and in control of the situation, but to her annoyance her voice came out high and breathless like a little girl's. Anyone would think she had never been kissed before in her life, she thought vexedly.
    He shrugged, and again she was aware of that faint amusement.
    'Yet it was the reaction expected of us, and
it
is dangerous  to ignore the conventions on these occasions. Our— arrangement is a private one. I imagine you do not wish it to become a matter for speculation in the village.'
    She bit her lip. 'No, of course not. I—I wasn't thinking. You—you rather took me by surprise.'
    '
Evid é mment
,' he murmured. 'I shall have to signal my intentions more clearly in future.'
    Now how would Clare react to that? Andrea wondered confusedly. Coquettishly, probably, knowing her. But it was not a response she would dare to try with this man. His scarred face was unimportant There was about him a kind of sensual magnetism which transcended ordinary physical appeal. Yet she should be able to handle him. She was used to working with men, treated as their equal. Any emotional involvements there had been, she had kept on the lightest possible level.
    For one crazy moment she thought, 'I'm frightened of him—frightened of what he could make me feel emotionally.' And then a warning shutter came down in her mind, telling her that she was being nonsensical, and that her senses were playing tricks because she was overtired after the drive.
    'Did the journey cause you any problems?' he asked, and it occurred to her that he spoke excellent English. She recalled that Clare had mentioned something about him having possibly spent some time abroad.
    'No. It's not the first time I've driven on the Continent.' She sounded impossibly stilted, she thought.
    'Perhaps not, but you did not give me the impression that you were totally confident in your driving ability.'
    That was her first slip, Andrea told herself furiously. She might have known Clare would probably have poured out her numerous driving mishaps. She had a knack of making them sound feminine and absurd.
    She shrugged slightly, making herself smile. 'Well, I didn't actually
kill
anyone on the way.'
    'God is merciful.' The scarring gave him the look of a satyr, it occurred to her. 'Permit me to take your coat.'
    She tensed involuntarily as his hands came down on her shoulders, but this time his touch was as impersonal as she could have wished.
    A heavy wooden settle stood on one side of the fireplace and he invited her to take a seat on it with a wave of his hand. He remained standing.
    'Dinner will not be long.' He glanced at his watch. 'Would you care for an
aperitif
, or would you prefer to go to your room before the meal is served?'
    'I'm quite glad to be sitting still,' she said frankly. 'Besides, my cases are still in the car.'
    'Ah, yes. You will wish Gaston to fetch them.' He tugged at a frayed tapestry bell pull hanging at the side of the fireplace and a bell jangled faintly in the distance. He walked over to the massive, heavily carved sideboard against one wall and picked up a bottle, turning to her with raised eyebrows. 'Dubonnet? Or do you prefer sherry?'
    'Dubonnet will be fine,' Andrea said rather helplessly. The situation was fast slipping out of her control. Here she was having a pre-dinner drink with this man as if he was merely her courteous host and nothing more. It was unthinkable that they were going to spend the evening mouthing a lot of polite nothings at each other. There was so much she needed to know. First and foremost it was essential to discover if there was any likelihood of him voluntarily relinquishing his plan to marry Clare even at this late stage. She glanced up with a shy word of thanks as he handed her the drink, and registered the bitter, almost brooding look he wore, and