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coffee cups back onto the
tray.
    “No, it truly doesn’t matter today,” she
insisted.
    “We’re off now,” he insisted. “There are
other things that need doing tomorrow.”
    Diana shrugged and gave Kate a conspiratorial
smile. She seemed not to mind being dismissed so ungraciously.
“Nice to meet you, Kate,” she said. “We’ll see you about eight
tonight, Matthew,” she called as she departed.
    Kate closed her eyes with annoyance and
sighed gustily. She rose with resignation. What had she just got
herself into?
     

CHAPTER THREE
    How easily the chance had presented itself!
Matthew smiled, unseen, as he led her along the main hallway again.
Now he had several days to enjoy the company of the delectable Miss
Pleasance. Not to mention dig around and find out what she was
really here for. With Lottie so conveniently injured, he could
devote most of his time to Kate. It would certainly be no
hardship.
    Her CV had listed a business degree and
indicated she had a marketing background. Business degrees seemed
to be a dime a dozen these days. And ‘marketing’ covered everything
from serious strategic planning to supermarket shelf stacking as
far as he could see.
    He thought wryly back to bouncy Penny Carew
who’d made a play for him after he’d parted from Martine. Penny’s
‘marketing’ job had proved to be running a demo stand at the
deli—frying and handing out bacon samples. He wondered what Kate’s
marketing job had entailed, and if it had even existed. There was
every chance it was a fake. He’d get her checked out.
    But there was nothing fake about her body,
that was for sure. He knew he should have knocked when he turned
back to her room earlier, but her door hadn’t been closed, and only
seconds had passed. She’d certainly moved swiftly to get her jacket
off and her jersey half on in that short time. Half on. His gut
gave another pleasant kick at the thought.
    Her tailored business suit and elegant shoes
had not led him to expect such sexy lingerie. What a turn on. High
breasts only barely confined in a disturbingly low-cut bra. The
startling contrast of black and red lace against ivory skin. And
her hair tumbling free in glorious confusion.
    There was no way he could have kept his hands
off her. And in the guise of helpfulness he’d been able to draw
close, touch her, smell her soft female scent, tease her and
un-nerve her for the battle of wits ahead. Even better, her hair
had been left entirely loose once she’d re-appeared. It fell down
her back in a riot of shining dark waves, bouncing and floating as
she moved. He couldn’t wait to thread his fingers back through it
and pull her into his arms.
    Kate followed him through the house, and he
switched on the light in the storeroom before they entered the
garage. An enormous amount of wine lay in racks against one wall,
and several jackets hung waiting on hangers. He rummaged amongst
them, unhooked a plump, down-filled white one, and held it out to
her.
    “You’ll look like the abominable snowman in
that, but it’ll keep you warm.” When he reached across to help her
into the jacket, Kate stepped swiftly aside. So much for hoping to
get close to her in the doorway...
    “Not so abominable,” he amended, as
she slid the zip up.
    “I’ll get my bag,” she said, trying to turn
away.
    “Not for the clothes, you won’t,” he
retorted, restraining her with a hand on her arm. “My shout
entirely. I asked you to stay, so I’ll provide anything you
need .”
    And if that makes you feel beholden to me, so
much the better.
    “I’d rather buy my own clothes, thank
you.”
    “Nonsense, Kate. Let me have a little
spend-up.”
     
    She shrivelled at the thought. Wife out of
the way in hospital... husband offering to buy goodies for the
hired help? She didn’t like the feel of that at all. And they were
apparently to sleep in the big house together with no-one else
present. Hundreds of yards from the nearest neighbours. “No thank
you, Mr.