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Alec?”
    Monica’s heart raced. He’d finally drawn in his cohort. She glanced at Alec. He leant back against the mirrored wall of the lift, smiling a Cheshire cat smile. The silent, watchful observer. The right hand man. His secret lover.
    “Absolutely, “he responded. “You should give it a try.”
    “Give a try,” she repeated.
    “Being put on a pedestal,” he clarified, and his gaze covered her, speculatively.
    She remembered the image of the woman they had shared when she held his keys.
    Her clothing felt tight and restrictive, her legs weak under her. The doors of the lift slid open, and there was a maintenance man in a boiler suit standing outside expectantly.

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    It was with some effort that Monica peeled herself away from the wall and stepped out into the corridor. With them both close behind her it was hard to be logical. She paused and thanked the maintenance man, trying to get a hold of herself. Jesus, I don’t even know what floor we’re on.
    “You’ll have dinner with us,” Owen repeated, and he was so close against her that she felt his breath against the side of her cheek. His hand hovered a hair’s breadth from her hip.
    It seemed to lure her with its heat, with its promise of pleasure.
    Glancing back at him, she saw from his expression that it was an instruction, not an invitation. His eyes glinted with wicked humour, as well as essential male power. “Off the clock, okay?”
    Off the clock ? Monica didn’t know exactly what he meant by that, but she didn’t respond, because part of her loved that thrill—the thrill of not knowing. It was so rare, and so tempting.

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Chapter Four
    It was already time to go down to the Byron Bar for the dinner date meet, but Monica was so strung out with nerves she couldn’t leave her office. She wanted to go, she just wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. Reaching for the phone, she dialled her youngest sister, Faye.
    “Hey Monica, you okay? You don’t usually call at this time of day.”
    Monica gave a wry smile. All three Evans’ sisters were psychic, and it was something they didn’t share with anyone else. It also meant that they knew when they needed each other. “Just looking for some advice.”
    “There’s a man, isn’t there?” Faye was delighted.
    It was all right for her, she had a better handle on her psychic ability. Being the youngest, she had witnessed her older sisters dealing with their psychic ability and had easily shrugged off many of the issues they had endured. As the youngest, Faye had never been alone with her strange ability the way Monica had, but somehow that meant she was able to support them both when things got difficult. They had always been there for her, and Faye was the bubbly, light-hearted one of the three. Besides, it was easier for Faye because her psychic ability was attuned to ghosts and the afterlife. From an early age she was able to communicate with the spirits of those who had passed on. It was when they were staying with their Aunt Agatha in her Victorian terraced house in Eastbourne one summer that they found out about Faye’s gift. She kept chattering about what they thought was an imaginary friend, who actually transpired to be the ghost of one of the early inhabitants of the house.
    “Yes, there is a man. Actually, there are two of them.”
    Faye laughed softly. “You want to know which one you should go out with.”
    “It’s not quite simple as that.” Monica tapped her fingers on the surface of her desk. “I can’t explain it now, I haven’t got much time. It’s more about, you know, my secret. I’m worried that it will come out.”
    “You’ve let that put you off having a relationship for far too long. Take a risk, have some fun.” Faye paused. “You know which one you are going to choose, don’t you?” Again she chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve already made a decision to go out with him.”

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    Faye was right. Except for one thing, she was going out