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were at one time.” Except Jonas, who had worked for the US military. “Either you were very tired last night, or you really are a lightweight when it comes to drinking alcohol.”
    Diana thought she was probably a little of both. She hadn’t slept properly for so long, had been living on her nerves, wary as a cat. Last night, she had totally relaxed for the first time in months, whether from feeling safe or drinking too much, she wasn’t sure.  
    The next thing she knew, she’d woken up briefly to find herself once again thrown over Seth’s shoulder, this time being carried up the stairs rather than out of the compound controlled by her kidnappers.
    She had woken up this morning in a strange bed, still fully clothed and nursing a headache that made her eyes throb and her jaw ache. Only the smell of coffee brewing could have lured her into getting out of bed before going into the bathroom to clean her teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste—put there by Seth while she slept?—before seeking out the source of that delicious coffee smell.
    “I was very tired.” The coffee was starting to revive her a little, thank goodness.
    Enough so that she could now appreciate how good Seth looked this morning, wearing a thin black cashmere sweater, the sleeves pushed up to below his elbows, and faded blue jeans that rested low down on his hips. His feet were bare, and his shoulder-length hair was still damp from where he must have taken a shower.
    In contrast, Diana felt a mess. She couldn’t remember where she’d left her shoulder bag the evening before, so she didn’t have a hairbrush, which meant her hair was all over the place. She’d washed her face in the en suite bathroom, which meant she now wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her sweater and denims were creased from where she’d slept in them. Which was probably preferable to having Seth Armstrong undress her before putting her to bed.
    Probably?
    Definitely.
    There was something decidedly…disturbing in thinking about having Seth Armstrong undress her. It was far too intimate an image, considering the reason she was at his home with him at all.
    She scowled as she saw Seth was still grinning at her obvious discomfort. “Are you always this cheerful in the morning?”
    “Are you always this grumpy?”
    “I’m not good for anything until after I’ve had my second cup of coffee.”
    “I’ll remember that for future reference,” he drawled.
    Diana shot him a sharp glance. A glance he met with guileless innocence.
    He certainly couldn’t have meant the remark that way. Seth Armstrong was the least guileless man she had ever met. As for being innocent…
    “I hope I didn’t upset any of your plans for yesterday evening?” She poured herself a refill of the coffee before moving to sit down on one of the chairs about the marble-and-chrome table in the middle of the modern kitchen.
    “Not at all.” He pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. “I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, if that’s what you were asking.”
    Diana couldn’t quite meet his mocking gaze. “I didn’t mean to pry—”
    “No?” He watched her between narrowed lids.
    “No.” Her cheeks felt warm. “What future reference?” Hope started to rise within her as she realized the significance of what he’d said.
    “We need to talk about that.” Seth had been up for hours. Having first checked that Diana was still asleep, he had switched on his laptop and pulled down the file on Diana and Jeremy Moore.
    It was mainly background stuff about the kidnapping, and then his own report on the rescue, with little real personal information on the couple themselves other than the bare bones. Probably because Grayson Security hadn’t needed any more information than that in order to go in and rescue Diana from her kidnappers.
    Seth needed that information now. “Were you and Moore happy together?”
    Those turquoise eyes glittered with resentment as she stared across the table at him. “I