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that’s even worse!” She gave a disgusted shake of her head. “Help me out here, Finn!”
      “You were doing so well on your own I didn’t like to interrupt,” he came back dryly.
      Eva turned away from the intensity in those bright blue eyes. “Aren’t you afraid, living all the way out here, that someone might break in and steal all your photographic equipment?”
      The teasing light faded from his eyes, along with his smile, giving him a tensely dangerously appearance. “I wanted to get away from London for a while.”
      “Why?”
      His eyes hardened as he strolled further into the room, his movements as stealthy as a cat’s. “Why do you want to know?”
      “I… It was just something to talk about.” Eva shrugged, wary at the way he had changed from being lazily charming to a watchful predator.
      “And if I’d rather not talk about it?”
      “Then we won’t.”
      Finn came to a halt just feet away from Eva, realizing he was alarming her with his sudden change of mood. But there was no way he could think or talk rationally about the reasons he had left London. Not yet. Not when he knew Moira and her obsession for him were still out there somewhere. That Jack’s phone call just now meant that she could be somewhere close by...  
      He drew in a deep breath. “I don’t mean… Only two people know that I’m here.” That count had just gone up to three, now that Moira knew exactly where he was too.
      “Three now,” Eva attempted to lighten the conversation.
      “Three now.” Make that four people, Finn amended, frustrated. Obviously Eva knew where he was too!  
      “I would hazard a guess that one of the other two people is the person who sent you the parcel?”
      “My agent.” He nodded.  
      “And the other person?”  
      “The owner of this house. A friend.” Although Finn knew that if asked, Lucien would probably dispute that friendship. Lucien didn’t do friends.  
      The two men had met a year ago when Lucien Wynter had bought a quartet of Finn’s photographs through an agent. Finn had then offered to deliver the photographs himself since he liked to meet the people who were going to own them.
      At first Lucien had turned down the offer, at which point Finn had then refused to deliver the prints at all.
      Lucien wasn’t a man who accepted being denied anything he had decided he wanted, and he badly wanted to own those four prints. He was a man who surrounded himself with beautiful things, unique possessions.
      That standoff had been the start of their friendship. Lucien could call it what the hell he liked, but as far as Finn was concerned the two men had learned a healthy respect for each other that day a year ago, and the two of them had definitely been friends since.
      To the extent that Lucien hadn’t hesitated to offer Finn the use of his secluded house in Wales after Moira’s last exploit had resulted in another woman needing to visit the hospital. Finn hadn’t been left unscathed either.  
      “Your girlfriend...?”
      Finn focused his gaze back on Eva. “A man. Not in my life,” he added dryly, just so that there were no misunderstandings on that score. Although his constant erection, since Eva Shaw’s arrival, was probably a sufficient indication of his sexual preference! “Just for the record, there’s no woman in my life either.”
      Eva sighed inwardly. Not because Finn had denied liking men; his earlier conversation had been a clear indication he didn’t prefer men, without the physical evidence of his attraction to her still pressing against the front of his denims.
      She just wouldn’t feel comfortable, having Finn flirt with her—if his earlier conversation could be called anything as tame as flirting—and be involved with someone else.
      But that didn’t answer why a man as famous as Finn Devlin would hide himself away in a remote place like North Wales.
      Possibly because he was famous, and had