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was a risky move but one he thought would pay off.
    That the business kept him away from London was a happy coincidence. If he had to stay within a ten-mile radius of his family he'd be stark raving bonkers by now.
    The murmur of voices reached him from the living room. He ought to go and chat to the guests about the off-piste skiing trip they’d requested, but not yet. Tension wound itself around his body like a tightly coiled spring. He could've done with the release of sex with Holly tonight. It’d been bloody hard walking away.
    He headed straight for the fridge as quietly as possible, buying himself a little more time alone. Christmas at home had been hellish as news of his father’s most recent infidelity had leaked out. The dishonesty of it riled him. Why couldn’t people just be straight with each other? Hadn’t they had enough of that in their family already? It had taken his sister Zoë from them and you’d have thought they might learn something from that.
    He grabbed a bottle of cold water, trying not to mull on the fact it was almost a year since they’d lost Zoë to cancer. If she hadn’t lied about feeling ill they might have got her help sooner, despite her terror of chemo.
    Lying should be a capital offence.
    He slugged down the water, trying to swallow down his anger with it. A conversation at the other end of the kitchen broke into his thoughts and he tuned in to listen, turning his gaze on Sophie, Magda and Amelia. They had clustered around the kitchen island drinking rather than circulating with guests as they were supposed to. He heard Holly’s name and decided to postpone the kick up the behind they needed. After all Holly hadn’t been working either…
    ‘Where on earth can she have got to?’ Amelia searched for discarded champagne bottles containing dregs and poured the contents into her glass. ‘It’s not like Miss Goody Two Shoes to play hooky.’
    ‘Perhaps she’s shagging someone in the Jacuzzi?’ Magda sneered. Drink always made her tongue harsh and her eyes as sharp as flint. It wasn’t a look he found attractive, even though her ice-cool Scandinavian looks were the type most men went for.
    ‘Naahhh,’ Amelia rolled her eyes. ‘Holly wouldn't shag Daniel Craig if he begged her, she’s far too uptight. She should neck a few drinks and chill out more.’
    ‘Come on, she’s all right.’ Sophie grabbed a discarded champagne glass and glugged the contents down.
    Scott warmed to her. Sophie was nice, definitely kinder than the other two. He felt glad Holly had someone on her side. Make that two people on her side. The flash of vulnerability on Holly’s face when he’d asked about her family roused his protective instincts.
    Holly entered the room looking flushed, cute and very, very fuckable. Scott groaned inwardly as the invisible coil tightened its grip on him. Then he moved closer and cleared his throat so the girls were aware of his presence. Their guilty expressions at seeing both him and Holly were quickly replaced as they recovered themselves and plastered smiles on their faces.
    ‘Happy New Year, girls. Enjoying yourselves?’ he raised an eyebrow.
    ‘We were just clearing up, Scott,’ Magda beamed at him, the queen of bullshit.
    ‘You can clear up in the morning. Go mingle. You need to make sure none of our guests ends up in a snowdrift tonight. Hypothermia might put a bit of a dampener on their holiday.’
    Holly smiled and hesitantly met his eye but looked away again quickly when he winked at her.
    Irresistible. Concentrate Scott, work!
    ‘Wait a sec girls, while I remember – the day after tomorrow we’re taking the guests on an off-piste skiing expedition. We need to be at the helipad by eight am and I want the two best skiers, Magda and Holly to come with us.’
    Holly choked on her orange juice and Magda slapped her on the back with what seemed like unnecessary force to Scott.
    ‘Are you okay?’ He moved closer, concerned.
    ‘I’m um, fine,’ she