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wanted to talk about Ruairi, wanted to learn everything there was to know about him.
    “Ah , now.” She looked wistful for a moment before she continued. “Now he’s seen everything he ever wanted to see, he has a career he loves, he’s successful, and yet despite all that, I know he’s not happy. Sometimes I see such a sad look on his face that it breaks my heart.”
    “But why?” Maggie asked, surprised at this sudden insight into a man who appeared to be so confident and cheerful.
    “Oh he’s not going to confide in me my dear. He might tell you though.” Suddenly she grabbed Maggie’s hand. “That’s it! He always talked to you didn’t he? Maybe you can find out what’s wrong and help him.”
     
    * * *
     
    “Just great!” muttered Maggie twenty minutes later as she left the hotel. “Now I’m being set up as Ruairi’s counselor! Well it’s so not going to happen when I can’t even counsel myself.”
    She was so busy thinking about her dilemma as she retrieved her sunglasses from her bag and pushed them onto her nose, that she failed to notice someone approaching from the opposite direction until she bounced off a very hard chest. A strong arm stopped her from falling but her glasses were knocked askew and she dropped her bag.
    “Ouch! That hurt!” She glared up at her assailant.
    Ruairi grinned down at her. “Maggie Silver, always in a hurry to get somewhere. Nothing has changed then.”
    She didn’t deign to answer. Instead she bent down and started retrieving all the things that had spilled from her bag. Ruairi joined her, grabbing pens and makeup from under the feet of the people walking by.
    “I hoped I’d catch you,” he said as they stood up. “I’ve a favor to ask.”
    “Ask away.” Maggie was very glad the bright summer sunshine gave her an excuse to keep her sunglasses on. That way she could feast her eyes on him without giving anything away about what his proximity was doing to her pulse rate.
    “If you’re not doing anything else this afternoon would you look at some apartments with me?”
    For a moment her heart leapt. Was he going to stay around after all? He soon dashed her hopes.
    “Johanna, a girl I worked with in New Zealand, is flying in next week. I promised I’d find somewhere for her to stay but as I spend most of my life in a motor home or a tent when I’m filming, and in a soulless hotel when I’m not, I’m hardly the best person to ask. You’ll have a far better idea of what another woman would like than I would, so if you have a couple of hours to spare I’d really appreciate another opinion.”
    There had to be a girl!
    “What is she looking for?”
    “Oh you know, the usual thing. Not too expensive and with good transport links to the city. Ideally she wants a couple of bedrooms, a kitchen and living room plus access to a garden, although at such short notice she knows she might not get everything she wants. I’ve lined up a few possibilities with a local estate agent.”
    With no plans for the rest of the day and unable to think up a plausible excuse in the time it took Ruairi to open the door of his hire car, Maggie had mixed feelings as she settled herself into the passenger seat. She wasn’t at all sure her blood pressure was going to be able to cope with spending a couple of hours in such close proximity. She twisted her head slightly so she could watch him from behind her sunglasses.
    He was studying a local map; checking out the travel routes for this girl that Maggie already hated; so she was able to watch him at leisure and linger over every detail. His hair was a long, long way from red she decided, and yet it wasn’t quite brown. It was the warm rich colour of a horse chestnut. And he was big, much bigger than any of her brothers. Big, and tanned, and…
    His eyes, a clear hazel and fringed with long, gold tipped lashes, were full of laughter as he turned to speak to her. “Well, do I measure up?”
    She flushed, angry with herself that