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lock. Oh, help. She’d been trying not to like Jake Devlin, but now she feared she was beginning to like him very much.
    Too much. Was she falling in love?
    Surely not. She mustn’t fall in love. Not again. Not ever. Certainly not now.
    Gently, she removed her hand from his. ‘Did you take Roy with you to the movies today?’
    ‘No.’ Jake looked angry as he shook his head. ‘I didn’teven think of it. How selfish am I? Roy would have loved a movie. It was an action-adventure flick and they’re his favourite.’
    ‘There’s always tomorrow,’ Mattie suggested gently.
    His brow cleared. ‘Yes, of course. It’s my last day, but that’s a good idea.’
    ‘Actually,’ Mattie said, warming to this subject, ‘if Roy’s an outdoor type, he might prefer to be out in the fresh air. You could take him on a ferry ride on the harbour. Do you think he’d be well enough for that?’
    ‘I reckon he might be. That’s a really good idea.’
    The waitress brought Jake’s beer and Mattie couldn’t help watching the movements of his throat as he took a deep draught. Every inch of him seemed breathtakingly male and dark and sexy. She was beginning to think she’d never met such an attractive man.
    Apart from her fiancé, the guys she’d dated had all lived in her home town and she’d known them since they’d first grown baby teeth. She’d gone to kindergarten and school with them. They’d belonged to the same pony club and Sunday school. There were no mysteries there.
    Jake, on the other hand, was a man surrounded by mystery.
    Pink rose in Mattie’s cheeks and Jake watched the telltale colour with mounting dismay.
    His reasons for following her to this café weren’t crystal clear to him, but he supposed he’d been hoping for useful tips on how to help old Roy. One thing was certain—he wasn’t here because she looked cute in those sleek grey trousers, or because her new hairstyle looked terrific and brought out the blue in her eyes.
    Hell, no. He wasn’t interested in Mattie as a woman .
    She wasn’t even close to his type. She was small andserious and mousy. Well, maybe she wasn’t mousy exactly, certainly not now, but she was most definitely small. And earnest.
    The heat that had scorched him when she’d touched his hand a few minutes earlier was not what he’d first feared. He couldn’t possibly have experienced hot, pulsing lust for her.
    On the other hand, Jake didn’t want to think too hard about why he’d ended it with his latest female companion, Ange, or why he’d started hanging about the kitchen in the flat in the mornings, or why he’d casually asked Mattie to the movies today.
    None of his recent behaviour made sense, and Mattie was giving out confusing signals too. It was as if she was trying to impress him and avoid him at the same time and, like a fool, he’d followed her here. He wasn’t in the habit of following women, but he’d convinced himself that she would be able to give him good advice about Roy. That was the only reason he’d come here, wasn’t it?
    He wished he felt surer. It was a relief when their meals arrived and he could concentrate on eating.
    Mattie declared that her soup was delicious—so full of noodles and vegetables that she ate most of it with chopsticks.
    Which caused a tiny problem. Jake found himself watching the way she deftly used the chopsticks. Her hands were pale and delicate and graceful, possibly the prettiest hands he’d ever seen. He pictured her holding a pen or a paintbrush as she created her whimsical works of art.
    He thought about the way she’d touched him a few minutes ago. Imagined—
    ‘What’s the food like in Mongolia?’ she asked.
    Jake blinked, dragged his mind into gear. ‘Er…do youmean the traditional food of the locals, or what we eat on the mine site?’
    ‘Both, I guess.’
    ‘Our cook serves mainly western food, but the Mongolians eat mutton. Loads of mutton. They even drink the mutton fat. It’s no place for