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let alone mentioned it. But it was too late now, so she hurried on, ‘I was going to leave it at the hotel, but as you’re here...’
    She continued her descent, fumbling in her bag for the envelope, missed her footing on the uncarpeted stairs and stumbled forward, to be caught and lifted to safety in arms like steel bands.
    Momentarily, her face was pressed against his chest, her nose and mouth filled with the scent of clean wool, soap and the more alien aroma of warm male skin, before she was set, ruffled and breathless, on her feet.
    ‘You should have more care,
mademoiselle
,’ he told her coolly. ‘You do not need another tragedy in your family.’
    Ginny flushed. ‘I—I’m not usually so clumsy.’ She handed him the envelope. ‘You don’t have to decide immediately, of course.’ She added quickly, ‘And we won’t be offended if you’re too busy.’
    ‘But naturally I shall accept,’ he said silkily. ‘I am most intrigued that your mother should offer this olive branch.’ He paused. ‘It does, of course, come from her?’
    She said quickly, ‘Oh, yes.’ But the brief hesitation preceding it had been fatal.
    Strong fingers captured her chin, forcing her face up to meet his gaze.
    ‘To be a good liar requires practice,
ma mie,
’ he said softly. ‘Let us hope you are not obliged to be untruthful too often, as I doubt you will ever excel. But clearly your powers of persuasion with Maman are
formidable.
’
    Ginny wrenched herself free and stepped back. ‘If it’s frankness you want,
monsieur,
may I ask if you ever shave?’
    ‘
Bien sûr—
on occasion. Especially if I am going to be in bed with a woman. But I doubt I shall be so fortunate,’ he added pensively. ‘Your beautiful sister already has a lover,
hélas
.’
    She felt jolted as if her heart had skipped not one beat but several.
    She said quietly, ‘My sister is engaged to be married,
monsieur.
She has a fiancé.’
    ‘And a rich one, according to the talk in the bar last night.’ He shrugged. ‘What no one can decide is if the affair will end in marriage, or simply end when he decides he has paid enough for his pleasures.’
    Ginny gasped, and her arm swung back, but before she could wipe the cynical mockery from his face, his hand had grasped her wrist.
    ‘So,’ he said. ‘The polite little girl has spirit. And what else, I wonder?’
    He jerked her forward, his other arm going round her, pulling her against him, and as her lips parted in furious protest, his mouth came down hard on hers.

CHAPTER THREE
    S HE COULDN ’ T STRUGGLE , or cry out. She could scarcely breathe. He was holding her too closely, her hands trapped between their bodies. Nor could she resist the practised movement of his lips on hers, or the slow sensual exploration of his tongue as he invaded the innocence of her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Drinking from her. Draining her, as she swayed in his arms, her mind reeling from the shock of it. And yet in some incalculable way—not wanting it to stop...
    Only to find herself just as suddenly released.
    ‘Oh, God,’ she choked when she could speak, caught between anger and something dangerously like disappointment. ‘How
dare
you?’ And, her voice rising, ‘
How bloody dare you?
’
    ‘
Sois tranquille.
’ He had the audacity to grin at her. ‘It took courage,
sans doute,
but what experiment does not?’ He paused. ‘So,
ma douce
, do I still have that invitation to dinner, or have I offended too deeply?’
    Ginny was in a cleft stick. The dinner party was being held at her insistence. How could she cancel it without involving herself in truly hideous explanations? And if she claimed he was unavailable, she had no guarantee he would not find some way of letting the truth be known.
    She swallowed hard. ‘The invitation stands.’
    He said slowly, ‘You surprise me. Your family must want something very badly.’
    She walked past him to the front door, and paused. ‘A truce,’ she said. ‘Is the