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tells me I very well might. “When a woman’s with me, she’s with me. I don’t shy away from competition. I fight back. And for the record that’s another trait of a successful CEO. They’re fighters. They make sure they win.”
    His kiss is sudden, brutal and punishing. It asserts all sorts of rights over me.
    I’m not entirely sure what is happening but all of a sudden anything is better than this painful fracture of a life without Jack in it. I kiss him back, grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt so I can pull myself in tight. I feel reckless. Let him hurt me. Let him use me. Burn me out. I don’t care. I want to be consumed so I feel consumed and this way works as well as any other of ridding me of this obsession.
    He fights me for control of the kiss, angling my head to deepen the assault. Jack Keogh is a risk-taker. An attention-seeker. A winner. Dominant and self-possessed and he doesn’t want anyone taking what he’s decided belongs to him. Even if that includes the girl he once tossed aside. The woman he means to punish for over-stepping the mark.
    I bite his lip hard and he winces. I’ll play him at his own game. Learn well and use his knowledge to my advantage. Show both him and myself I’m no pushover.
    When he releases me I stagger, both of us working to draw breath after the raging onslaught. I take his hand in mine, apparently so full of confidence I surprise him and pace up the road, dragging him along behind me.
    “Where are you taking me now?” He laughs at this turn of events appearing amused by my new resolve.
    Like I’ve ever led him anywhere.
    “To the farmhouse.” I presume Madame has finally returned home. “Madame Chastain, the housekeeper, mysteriously vanished from the house as soon as you appeared.”
    “Are you worried I did away with her?”
    It’s my turn to laugh. “As if.” He doesn’t know her like I do.
    “I told her to go home,” he admits.
    I’d been telling her for days. But one word from Jack and she obeys instantly. I feel a momentary sense my territory has already been overrun.
    “Well, I mimed it rather than said it in words,” he admits. “School French only.” Yet he gives a shrug that wouldn’t disgrace a Frenchman anywhere.
    I bite my cheek. That would have been interesting to see. “You probably scared her off, a strange man walking round the kitchen, half naked.”
    He gives me a withering look. “I didn’t. So? Do we still need to walk all that way?”
    “I want to make sure Madame knows I’m okay so she spends the weekend with her family and I need to collect fresh food for the chateau. I have an extra mouth to feed, it would seem.”
    Jack’s expression hints at a version of that activity that has little to do with food consumption. I roll my eyes at him, ignoring the innuendo but feeling a frisson of desire curl in my empty belly nonetheless.
    “And I need to eat.” Finally I want to. I also want to be alone with Jack for the entire weekend without distractions.
    “Don’t forget, she’s my Madame, now,” he points out, mischievously, reminding me he’s the new owner of Lassec.
    I scowl. “So it would seem. Well you tell her then.”
    He laughs out loud at my orders. “I have high hopes for you, Miss Caid.”
    I have a few for myself. At least this weekend.
    It’s a long walk to the estate farmhouse with the sun getting hotter by the minute. Farmhands are working in the fields gathering in the earliest crop of artichokes. I have known some of these men since we were children playing together.
    “Tabeetha. Tabeetha.”
    I follow the sound of my name until I spot Laurent amongst the labourers in the distance. He’s just a couple of years older than me. I’ve always adored the way he pronounces my name with his Breton accent, about as much as Jack appears to hate it. I feel him stiffen beside me. It makes me act up all the more. I can’t seem to temper my new-found recklessness.
    If Jack thinks he owns and controls me every weekend