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tantalising glimpse of cleavage.
      I look different, she thought with bewilderment. I don't know myself.
      In the mirror's reflection, their eyes met.
      He said softly, 'Tell me, Miss Smith, does anyone ever call you Susie?'
      She shook her head, the loosened hair swinging against her cheek. 'Never.' The word seemed squeezed from her taut throat.
      'Then tonight they will.' His gaze held hers, steadily, almost mesmerically. Somehow she could not break the spell and look away, much as she wanted to. Much as she needed to. 'Dance with me, Susie-please?'
      She searched wildly for the crushing retort, the ultimate put-down that would salvage this ridiculous-this impossible situation. And instead heard herself say, against reason, against wisdom, even against sanity, 'Yes.'
     
      CHAPTER THREE
      ALL the way across the green, Zanna could hardly believe that she was doing this.
      I make my own plans, she thought. I'm the one in control. So how the hell am I on my way to some village hop, with a rustic grease monkey who has far too much to say for himself?
      And who, whether she wished to acknowledge it or not, had far more than his fair share of sexual charisma, a voice in her head warned acerbically.
      The kind of man that Suzannah Westcott would have shunned by miles.
      But tonight, just for a few hours, she was leaving Zanna Westcott behind her. She was going to be Susie Smith instead, and find out, maybe, how the other half lived. And where was the harm in that? She argued with herself as she looked up at the velvety sky.
      With the man walking at her side, that was where, returned the voice in her head, which refused, stubbornly and annoyingly, to go away.
      Above the dark roofs the stars seemed close enough to touch, and a sliver of new moon was peeping round the church tower. Ahead of them, the hall was festooned with colored lights, and music drifted on the faint breeze.
      It was, to all intents and purposes, a night for lovers, she thought with unease. And if Jake had tried to take her hand, or put an arm round her waist, she knew she would have turned tail and fled back to the sanctuary of her solitary room at the pub. But he didn't attempt even the most casual physical contact. For which, she told—herself firmly, she was sincerely thankful.
      And then they were inside the hall and people were calling greetings, their welcoming smiles mixed with friendly speculation as they looked at Zanna, and imperceptibly she began to relax. After all, she reasoned, there couldn't be much danger in a room full of other people.
      She hardly recognized the hall itself. In the space of a few hours all traces of the exhibition had been removed and the entire room decorated with more lights and swathes of silk flowers. Tables and chairs had been set out round the perimeter of the dance floor, and a three-piece band was playing on the platform.
      It was like stepping back through a time-warp into another era-another planet, she thought, staring round her.
      'What were you expecting-the latest disco sounds?' He didn't miss a thing.
      'No-oh, no,' she denied hastily. 'It's-quite a transformation, that's all.'
      Jake's brows rose. 'Then you did come to see the exhibition?' He sounded surprised.
      'Of course,' she countered lightly. 'What else?'
      He shrugged. Suddenly that hooded look was back. 'I was hoping you'd tell me.' He paused. 'Did you actually buy any paintings?'
      'No-the one I wanted wasn't for sale.' She hadn't meant to say that, she thought with vexation, and went on hurriedly, 'In fact, most of them had been sold. The standard of work is absolutely amazing for such a small village. They must have a very good teacher.'
      'Several, I believe.' His tone was almost dismissive. 'They also have a drama group, a gardening club and a choir, so you won't go short on cultural activities.'
      'I won't?' She looked up at him, puzzled, and saw his mouth slant in a grin.
      'When you come to