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smitten …?’
    A mortified flush mounted Megan’s cheeks—when he said it, it sounded even more off the wall. ‘I didn’t say that.’
    â€˜But that’s what you came here for?’
    â€˜It’s not as crazy as it sounds.’
    â€˜Did I say it was crazy? I’m just wondering…what was going to be in it for him?’

CHAPTER THREE
    M EGAN frowned. ‘In it…?’
    â€˜As in what would he get out of it?’ Luc looked into her bewildered face and laughed. ‘You thought he’d do it out of the goodness of his heart.’ His mobile lips lifted cynically at the corners. ‘You really never have met Lucas Patrick, have you?’
    â€˜And unlike you I’d prefer not to bad-mouth him in his absence.’
    For some reason her angry reproach caused him to laugh. It was a deep, warm, uninhibited sound that made Megan’s pulse rate quicken. ‘Just bad-mouth his books…?’
    She wrenched her appreciative stare from the mesh of fine lines around his smiling grey eyes and frowned. ‘Don’t put words in my mouth,’ she warned him.
    The stern warning brought Luc’s attention to her lips; she was attempting to compress them into a thin, disapproving line. As he contemplated the soft, cushiony contours it took considerable self-discipline to prevent his thoughts diverting into a carnal direction.
    â€˜And I’m sure Mr Patrick has survived worse than anything I might say about him. And actually,’ she added, ‘I happen to think that he’s quite a talented writer.’
    â€˜But you were willing to overlook his dubious literary talent in the interests of a quiet life?’ he questioned.
    The soft charge brought a guilty flush to her cheeks. She squared her shoulders and sighed. ‘All right, I admit it was a pretty daft idea, but as the man isn’t here it’s fairly academic, isn’t it?’
    â€˜Maybe…’
    â€˜There’s no maybe about it,’ she rebutted morosely.
    â€˜Would I be right in assuming that nobody at this house party, including your mother, has ever met Lucas Patrick…?’
    â€˜Well, no, since Uncle Mal won’t be coming I don’t suppose…but I don’t see what that has to do with anything, Mr…what is your name anyhow?’ The weirdness of discussing such personal things with a total stranger whose name she didn’t even know suddenly struck Megan forcibly.
    A slow, wolfish grin split the nameless stranger’s lean, dark face, revealing a set of white even teeth and causing her stomach to flip. Not only had she lost all control over what came out of her mouth, she had lost control of her nervous system as well!
    â€˜To cut down on confusion, perhaps it’s better if you just call me Lucas…?’ he suggested smoothly.
    â€˜What…? Megan’s impatient expression vanished as her eyes snapped open to their fullest extent. God, he couldn’t be saying what she thought he was… could he …?
    She scanned his face with suspicion. ‘What are you suggesting?’
    â€˜I’m suggesting that you need a face to fit your fantasy lover.’ He adopted an expression of enquiry. ‘Is there anything wrong with this one?’ His fluid gesture indicated his own lean face.
    Megan looked at the golden toned skin stretched across the perfect arrangement of strong angles and intriguing hollows and went perfectly pale.
    â€˜You’re insane.’ Despite her attitude of total conviction, there was a small voice in her head that said it could just work…
    â€˜I’m assuming you weren’t expecting Lucas Patrick to actually marry you…?’
    â€˜Don’t be absurd,’ she breathed faintly. Like a hypnotised rabbit, she couldn’t take her eyes off his face. That voice in her head was getting louder.
    â€˜Did you have a time factor in mind…?’ When shelooked back at