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her throat muscles tighten warily. ‘ Why are you doing this? Buying me drinks — forcing your company on me? ’

    He shrugged. ‘ Because I wished to encounter you when you were more relaxed. When you had — let your hair down, as they say. ’ He leaned back in his chair. ‘ It looks much better loose, so why scrape it back in that unbecoming way? ’

    ‘ I wanted to look businesslike for the interview, ’ she returned coldly. ‘ Not as if I was trading on my gender. ’

    ‘ Put like that, ’ he said, ‘ I find it unappealing too. ’

    ‘ So why are you ignoring my obvious wish to keep my distance? ’

    He lifted his glass, studying the colour of the armagnac. He said, ‘ Your fiancé arrived late and left early. Perhaps I am merely trying to compensate for his lack of attention. ’

    She bit her lip. ‘ How dare you criticise him? You know nothing at all about him. He happens to be working very hard for our future together — and I don ’ t feel neglected in any way, ’ she added defiantly.

    ‘ I am relieved to hear it, ma mie , ’ he drawled. ‘ I feared for your sake that his performance in bed might be conducted at the same speed as your lunch dates. ’

    She stared at him, shocked into a sudden blush that reached the roots of her hair.

    Her voice shook. ‘ You have no right to talk to me like that — to speculate about my private relationships in that — disgusting way. You should be ashamed of yourself. ’

    He looked back at her without a glimmer of repentance. ‘ It was prompted solely by my concern for your happiness, I assure you. ’

    She pushed back her chair and got to her feet, fumbling for her jacket. She said jerkily, ‘ When I get the money to restore Monteagle I shall fill the world with my joy, monsieur . And that is the only affair of mine in which you have the right to probe. Goodbye. ’

    She walked past him and out of the restaurant, her face still burning but her head held proudly.

    It was only when she was outside, heading for the tube station, that she realised just how afraid she ’ d been that he would follow her — stop her from leaving in some unspecified way.

    But of course he had not done so.

    He ’ s just a predator, she thought, looking for potential prey and testing their weaknesses. He saw I was alone, and possibly vulnerable, so he moved in. That ’ s all that happened.

    Or was it?

    If only I hadn ’ t blushed, she castigated herself. I just hope he interprets it as anger, not embarrassment.

    Because she couldn ’ t bear him to know that she didn ’ t have a clue what Nigel or any other man was like in bed. And she ’ d certainly never been openly challenged on the subject before — especially by a man who was also a complete stranger.

    She knew what happened physically, of course. She wasn ’ t that much of a fool or an innocent. But she didn ’ t know what to expect emotionally.

    She hoped that loving Nigel would be enough, and that he would teach her the rest. It was quite some time since he ’ d made a serious attempt to get her into bed, she thought remorsefully. But she couldn ’ t and wouldn ’ t delay the moment any longer. It was long overdue.

    Perhaps it was the fear of rejection which had kept him away so often lately. She ’ d been so wrapped up in her own life and its worries that she hadn ’ t truly considered his feelings.

    I ’ ve just been totally insensitive, she thought wearily. And the tragedy is that it took someone like Marc Delaroche to make me see it.

    But from now on everything ’ s going to be different, she promised herself firmly.

    * * *

    I still can ’ t believe you ’ re back already, ’ Lottie said, as she put a shepherd ’ s pie in the oven. ‘ Your phone call gave me a real jolt. I wasn ’ t expecting you until tomorrow at the earliest. ’ She threw Helen a searching glance over her shoulder. ‘ Didn ’ t you meet up with Nigel? ’

    ‘ Oh, yes, ’ Helen said brightly. ‘ We