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Sophie. There was no mistake about that. Fate had definitely sent her his way. Maybe she wasn’t the candidate he required to act as his temporary wife, but he sure wanted her as his temporary lover and he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. Once she knew the truth of his identity and they cleared up this misunderstanding, they could start again.
    â€˜I’m very sorry to have wasted your time, Mr Stevens,’ she told him in a crisp, formal voice as she pushed her chair back a little and began to stand.
    â€˜Sophie, you should know that —’
    On the verge of leaving, the blood seemed to drain from her face as she looked beyond him. ‘Oh — my — God!’
    There was a flash of vulnerability in her eyes that reinforced his belief that she wasn’t as tough as she was trying to make out.
    â€˜What’s wrong?’ Only a blind man would miss the sheer panic in her expression. Dread emanated off her in waves.
    â€˜It’s my cousin, Felix,’ she groaned as she sank back into the chair. ‘What’s he doing here? He normally goes to his club on a Monday night.’
    Logan followed the direction of her gaze and recognised Felix Carlisle from photos he’d seen in the financial newspapers. ‘I take it you’re not close?’
    â€˜I’d rather be close to a taipan!’
    â€˜Then this should be interesting.’
    â€˜Great.’ Her agitation was palpable. ‘How am I going to explain you?’
    â€˜Just follow my lead.’ There was no time to tell her his true identity now.
    â€˜No way. Don’t you dare say a word. I’ll do the talking. You’re…um…Oh, God. You’re interviewing as my new PA.’
    â€˜Over dinner at Centrepoint Tower?’
    â€˜You’re right, he won’t buy that,’ she said with a frown. ‘You’re an old friend. That’ll do.’
    Logan only just held back a burst of laughter. She may not recognise him with his new look, but that wasn’t to say that Felix wouldn’t, and then Sophie would look completely ridiculous if she tried to pass him off as somebody-or-other Stevens.
    With only a few seconds in which to wipe the panic off her features, she achieved it admirably and looked calm and composed. The mask he was beginning to recognise was firmly back in place.
    â€˜Sophie,’ Felix greeted her while his cold eyes flicked over Logan with curiosity and then instant dismissal. ‘When Grandfather told me you’d sworn you’d found the love of your life, I told him the man must be a figment of your imagination, or a fabrication to stop him matchmaking and pressuring you to get married. It seems I misjudged you.’
    Was that the reason she’d hired an escort?
    â€˜You frequently misjudge and underestimate me, Felix,’ she replied with a frosty smile.
    â€˜As you can see, I’m no figment of Sophie’s imagination,’ Logan cut in and reached to cover Sophie’s hands with his own in a deliberate show of intimacy. He had no problem with being mistaken as her lover, especially when that’s exactly what he planned to be before the night was over.
    â€˜We haven’t met.’ In a deliberate snub, the snake didn’t even offer his hand for Logan to shake.
    â€˜No, but I’ve heard of you by reputation.’
    Felix’s eyes narrowed at the disdainful inflection in Logan’s tone.
    Sophie withdrew her hand from Logan’s. ‘I —’
    â€˜Excuse us, Felix, we were just about to dance before dinner,’ Logan said as he stood and held out a hand to Sophie. ‘Darling?’
    Sophie shot Logan a glowering look from beneath her long lashes, but stood and placed her hand in his. As reluctant as she may be to accept Logan’s invitation, she also seemed relieved to be escaping the situation with Felix.
    â€˜Goodbye, Felix,’ she said.
    Refusing to be dismissed so easily, Felix