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delighted laugh from the older woman.
    “Where did you find her, Alex?” she’d asked, keeping her gaze on Angie’s. Alex had laughed and explained she’d moved next door.
    “If you’re wise you won’t keep her next door for much longer.”
    Angie felt her face flush as she met the teasing eyes of Said Farhadi. Where his wife was petite and exquisite, Said was tall and lanky, with a rather distinguished air. He winked at Angie now and she chuckled.
    Alex put his arms around her waist in an unmistakable sign. “You didn’t raise a foolish boy, Granddad.” He winked at his grandfather and led her towards the throng of guests.
    “Don’t forget to bring her over in a few days,” Samira had called after them.
    And that had set the tone for the evening. She had been undeniably Alex’s woman and even though she had never been anyone’s woman before, not even when she’d been married, Angie found herself enjoying the role. Alex had introduced her to so many people, but he hadn’t strayed from her side and had seized any and every opportunity to touch her. The message was clear to anyone who cared to read it. Alex had staked his claim.
    Looking around at what looked like a gathering of the high and mighty of Malaysia - the Prime Minister and his wife were there, for goodness sakes! – Angie knew that the Aston Martin didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how wealthy Alex was. She felt foolish for making a big deal about the clothes and accessories. He probably hadn’t even noticed the amount he’d spent. Watching him in this environment, it was as though he’d changed from the casual, easy going, semi-annoying neighbor to a high society playboy. If she were honest, the change had begun when she’d opened her apartment earlier that evening and seen him looking drop dead gorgeous in a tux. Instead of a bowtie, he’d wrapped a checkered scarf around his neck, looking at once like an international playboy and a desert warrior. Watching him now, Angie knew she was seriously out of her league. Not like it mattered. She’d be gone in a few days.
    “You’re thinking about me.”
    Angie felt goose bumps rise on her bare arms as Alex whispered in her ears. She snagged a champagne flute from a passing waiter and took a sip before sliding him a sidelong glance, “You’re getting conceited.”
    He flashed his sexy smile. “I know I’m thinking about you and I don’t think you’re conceited,” he defended with a mischievous grin.
    She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile behind the champagne flute as she took another sip. “You really need to do something about your flawed logic. Why didn’t I notice that about you before?” When he didn’t reply she met his eyes and the fire in them acted as kindling, igniting a slow burn inside her.
    “Logic was the last thing we had on our minds,” He reminded her.
    Angie felt desire rise up within her until it was almost overwhelming her. “Alex…”
    “Cousin, introduce me to this stunning beauty.”
    They both turned at the new voice. Something passed between Alex and the newcomer before he turned and flashed a smile at Angie. All she could do was gaze at him. He was about the same height as Alex, though slightly heavier in build and definitely over six feet. She could see the marked resemblance in the curly black hair, the long eyelashes and the finely shaped patrician nose. But where Alex’s eyes were open and friendly, this man’s were hooded and he had about him an air of reserve that was markedly absent from her companion. He was so utterly gorgeous that if she wasn’t already crazy about Alex she would definitely have given him a second glance. As it was, all she felt was slight admiration. Okay, a lot of admiration but no attraction for the man.
    “Angie, this is my cousin and partner, Hussein Farhadi. Hussein, Angie Scot.”
    Angie felt the hand she stretched out enveloped in his larger hands. He held on to her hands and slowly brought them to his lips,