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two rocks. No surprise, Pace’s smile—oblique and entrancing—held even more power now that he was within touching distance.
    Kissing distance.
    He settled his arms over that edible chest, which this morning was covered by a collared white shirt, sleeves rolled high enough to reveal prominent cords wreathed beneath the surface of bronzed forearms. Phoebe held back a sigh as her tummy muscles twinged and squeezed. Could this man look anything other than completely sexy?
    Too late, Phoebe realised she was staring. From the satisfied slant of his smile Pace realised it too. Clearing her throat, her cheeks flushed, she dropped her gaze. But other women passing weren’t shy about checking out the darkly attractive man who, remarkably, seemed to have eyes only for her.
    Phoebe had a logical explanation for that.
    She was his current object of desire. The power of the pre-coital gaze was well documented and part andparcel of any genuine seduction attempt. Predators mesmerised their prey with the power of their eyes. He was supposed to make her feel this warm and wickedly bothered…this giddy and aching with want inside.
    Phoebe shook herself partway back. This was so not the time. So definitely not the place.
    Herding her whirling thoughts together, she curled stray hair behind an ear and, schooling her expression, asked in a blithe tone, “So, how’d you like the show?”
    â€œVery much.” A frown creased his tanned brow. “But I’m glad it’s over.”
    She blinked at him. Glad? “Really?”
    He stepped closer. “It means you’re free.”
    When he gifted her a smile meant to strip the clothes from her body Phoebe battled to contain any evidence that might reveal she was liquefying on the inside, and in an extremely pleasant way.
    Instead she pointed out, “I won’t be free for long. I have that trip home to make today, remember?”
    â€œIndeed I do.” He performed a flourishing wave in the general direction of the car park. “Madame, your ride awaits you.”
    Understanding dawned, and a soft smile lifted her mouth. He’d brought the loaner car here rather than have her go all the way into Brodricks. Bad boy or not, he was pretty good at this white knight stuff.
    â€œI appreciate that,” she said, her tone nothing but sincere.
    â€œPerhaps you can do me a favour in return.”
    Her heart skipped several beats and, alert again, she laced then locked her fingers behind her back. “If ithas anything to do with my hands touching your chest, count me out.”
    Not here anyway.
    He chuckled. “Still in denial?”
    She wasn’t in denial. She knew the power he potentially had over her. Knew the dangers, too. But was he honest enough to be one hundred per cent truthful about what was behind his interest in her?
    â€œPerhaps you can help me overcome my… denial ,” she said. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re so keen for us to be…to be…?”
    â€œLovers?” he supplied and, her heart hammering at the evocative image that word drew in her head, she nodded. He rolled back his shoulders. “All right. I will.”
    She had no time to think, to dodge, to tell him that what he was about to do was highly inappropriate—as if that would have stopped him. One second she was challenging him to admit that his persistence was more about the thrill of the chase than any extraordinary quality on her part except, perhaps, resistance. The next strong hands had cupped her bare shoulders and determined arms drew her near. Her heart had no time to leap from her chest before the event she’d imagined far too often was actually happening. And the reality of the experience was a thousand times more thrilling, and devastating , than she could ever have dreamed possible.
    As his mouth met hers, a steam bath of longing rose up and stole the rest of her breath away. The effect started low in