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admitted where the key was and before he could protest any more.
    He put his head in his hands and groaned. Brett came back in the room and slapped him on the back.
    “I hear you’re going to have a roomie.”
    The only answer he got from Aiden was a scowl and a rough growl. Aiden knew his friend was enjoying this and gave him one final plea.
    “Give me a break, bud. Call your woman off and help her find somewhere else.”
    Deep blue eyes sparkled as Brett answered.
    “No way, buddy boy. If you think I’m going to have a pissed-off woman at home over the weekend you have got to be kidding! Anyway, you need a woman around the house to keep you in line and who knows…”
    Brett ducked as a whiteboard cleaner flew over his head.
    “Temper, temper.”
    “Go fuck yourself, Linden.”
    The only reply he had to that was the sound of Brett laughing as he left the office to go out to the construction site they were working.
    He was left to think about the mess he was in now. How on earth was he supposed to live with the vision of his dreams and not touch her? The thought of her wandering his house in skimpy nightclothes or just a towel after a shower was torture. He could strangle Jan for this. She knew how he felt about Aly and it was just like her to try to matchmake. The problem was, Aly was straight out of a bad relationship and he couldn’t see that she would be interested in another one any time soon.
    He sighed and gave up on the papers he was working on. He might just as well go on home and get the spare room ready. The room was certainly ready for visitors. All he needed to do was put fresh linen on the bed and make sure there were enough towels in the bathroom. If he went now, he’d just have time to do that before lunch.
    He sighed and lifted his eyes in a silent prayer that he could manage to keep his self-control, and not frighten her off before she was ready to trust again.

Chapter Seven
     
    Bags packed, Ally looked around the flat with real dismay. Almost eight months of her life had been spent here, building dreams and planning for the future. Now it was all dust and she had to move on with her life.
    The apartment was furnished so all she had was her clothes and her personal possessions. She’d left anything that Sean had bought her. Luckily most of her books were on her e-reader so the few books left on the bookshelves were mainly Sean’s. She didn’t have many clothes, so when all was done it amounted to two cases, three boxes, and a bag containing her laptop and e-reader. Her precious quilt was neatly folded and laid across the back of the sofa, ready to go.
    Her hands were sweating as she took a last look around the room that she’d never really liked. She just hoped that wherever Jan intended to take her, it was more homey and less clinical than this.
    Jan had left her an hour ago and would be returning soon to help her with her bags and take her out to the lake house. Once packed, she ran down the stairs to the landlord’s flat, on the ground floor. After explaining the situation and giving him Sean’s keys, she went back upstairs. It was a huge relief that he wasn’t intending to retrieve a month’s rent in lieu of notice, purely because he had a waiting list for his apartments and knew of someone who could move straight in. However, he would be keeping the deposit that they had paid when they first arrived. Although a blow, given her financial circumstances, she had to admit that he was being more than fair. He could have insisted on the full amount, which would have been a disaster on her part.
    When Jan arrived, she was driving a covered truck which Aly recognised as belonging to Brett. It was a sad fact that all of her belongings, once taken down the stairs, only half filled the truck bed.
    Climbing into her own car, she quickly texted Sean details of what the landlord had said, then started the engine and prepared to follow Jan to her new home.
    The drive through Huntsville didn’t take