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tugging at her lips. She ought to be even madder at him—given she was the butt of this particular joke—but she couldn’t find her anger or her indignation anywhere.
    A giggle popped out and she gave his shoulder a soft shove. ‘You sod.’ She smiled as his eyes met hers. He grinned, twin dimples appearing as if by magic in those chiselled cheeks.
    ‘It’s not funny,’ she moaned. ‘I’m soaked through.’
    One last chuckle choked out. ‘I noticed.’
    Maddy dragged in an unsteady breath. With his face relaxed and that chilly cobalt glittering with amusement, the man’s brooding male beauty became spellbinding. She crossed her arms over her chest, painfully aware of what a fright she must look.
    ‘You must be freezing.’ The grin turned to an affectionate smile. ‘You want to get changed?’
    His gaze dipped and she shivered, not feeling remotely cold any more.
    She nodded, having somehow lost the power of speech.
    He indicated the way down the hall. ‘Spare bedroom’s third on the left. Some of my old sweats are in the chest of drawers.’ His gaze flicked down her frame. ‘None of them are going to fit, but at least they’re dry.’
    ‘Thanks,’ she murmured, finding her voice at last. ‘I really appreciate it.’
    ‘There’s an en suite with towels and …’ His deep voice trailed off and for a second she wondered if he felt as awkward as she did. His dimples, she noticed, had disappeared.
    ‘Help yourself.’ He paused again, cleared his throat. ‘I’llbe in the kitchen when you’re ready, it’s at the end of the corridor.’
    ‘Okay.’ She nodded again. Then thrust out her hand. Having threatened him with physical violence—twice—her granny, Maud, would have expected her to introduce herself.
    He glanced down at her palm, but didn’t take it.
    ‘I’m Madeleine Westmore.’ The words sounded deafening in the pregnant silence. She lowered her voice to a whisper. ‘But my mates call me Maddy.’
    He’s not your mate, you ninny.
    ‘Just in case you were wondering,’ she added, her hand still hanging out there.
    He brushed his palm on the towelling. ‘Hello, Maddy,’ he said, as long strong fingers folded over hers at last. ‘Ryan King. But Rye will do.’
    The heat of his palm—rough with calluses—had a jolt of electricity shimmering through her bloodstream and making her pulse dance.
    She let go and stuffed tingling fingers under her arm. ‘Nice to meet you, Rye,’ she murmured, although
nice
didn’t quite cover it.
    His smile spread and her hormones joined the party.
    ‘You have no idea, Maddy,’ he said cryptically.
    She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. ‘I should probably head to the spare room before I flood your hallway.’
    Or that super sexy grin gives me a heart attack.
    He chuckled, the sound low and easy this time. ‘Yeah. You probably should.’
    She shuffled off in the direction he’d indicated, all her nerve-endings two-stepping in time to the deep relaxed rumble of laughter that followed her down the hall.

CHAPTER FOUR
    T HE spare bedroom turned out to be a large, ornately furnished mausoleum dominated by a gigantic bay window that looked onto the cliffs.
    The storm raged outside, wind and rain buffeting the glass and making the room even more funereal. Maddy trembled, the draught from the window penetrating her damp clothes. Skirting a four-poster bed covered with an antique satin bedspread, she made a beeline for the bathroom.
    White ceramic tiles, an elegant claw-foot tub and an inbuilt gas wall heater marked this room as another refugee from the Victorian era. Luckily, the heat spread quickly as soon as she lit the fire, making the bathroom considerably more welcoming than the bedroom next door. A couple of fluffy towels, an unopened bar of soap and a bottle of men’s shampoo lay on top of a wicker laundry basket. Maddy sneezed as she stripped off her muddy clothes and stepped into the tub.
    Great—nothing like a snotty nose to put the finishing