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‘You know who I am,’ she managed, each breath too shallow, too fast, her heart battering her ribs like a demented bird.
    ‘Of course I know who you are.’
    ‘Why didn’t you say?’
    ‘Why didn’t you?’
    She spun away from him, took several clumsy steps forward, desperate for somewhere to hide, desperately light-headed. How could she have been so stupid? ‘You didn’t know who I was earlier,’ she challenged him. ‘I know you didn’t.’
    ‘Not right away,’ he admitted. ‘But it didn’t take me long to work it out. So why don’t you tell me the truth, Nic. What the hell is going on here?’
    Nic straightened her spine. She dried her palms on the sides of her cut-offs, then she turned to face him. It wasn’t easy, but she did it. ‘You asked for a test drive. I gave you a test drive. Anything else is none of your business, Mr Prince.’
    She wished she hadn’t said his name. It felt strange in her mouth. Personal. He turned his head to the side, stared across the forecourt, the mouth that had been so soft when she’d kissed it set hard. The strong line of his neck was framed perfectly by the pop of his collar.
    Through the silence, she could hear herself breathing far too loud.
    Then he turned his gaze back to her. ‘Why did you kiss me?’
    ‘I…’ Nic faltered.
    ‘Come on,’ he challenged. ‘Truth or dare.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘It’s a simple little game,’ he said. ‘Surely you’ve heard of it. You pick one. Truth or dare. Either you answer my question, or you take a forfeit.’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Nic took a step away. A big step. Her knees felt weak, her entire body still reacting to the way his lips had felt against hers.
    ‘Dare, then.’ He looked her up and down, his gaze touching her bare legs, her shorts, her mouth. An unnerving little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. ‘I know just what to suggest.’
    ‘I kissed you because I wanted to know what it would be like,’ she snapped out, the thought of a dare just too terrifying. ‘Happy now?’
    ‘Where is Ella?’
    Nic folded her arms. ‘Why do you want to know?’ She steeled herself for his answer, pretty sure she knew what it would be.
    ‘I need to see her,’ he muttered, his brow furrowing.
    Bingo. At least she’d had one kiss from Sebastian Prince before he declared his undying love for her sister, she thought wryly, barely able to believe her own stupidity. ‘Why?’ she asked, clearly a glutton for punishment.
    ‘Because I want to know what the hell is going on here! I want to know why there was a thirty-thousand-pound car left unlocked on the forecourt, and how many other punters you’ve lied to. I want to know exactly how many cars there are, what repairs they need, and what state the accounts are in.’
    Nic stared at him in horror, a nauseating rush of panic hitting her as she stood on the precipice of her worst nightmare. She fought the bile rising in her throat, and the thump of her accelerating heart. ‘I really don’t think that’s any of your business.’
    ‘It is my business,’ he said. ‘She sold her share of the garage to me.’

Chapter Three
    ‘No,’ she said, her ears ringing. ‘No. That can’t be right.’
    ‘I’m afraid it is.’ Sebastian turned, ran his fingertips over the bonnet of the Porsche. He understood team dynamics, knew how to work with people, but then he’d never had one of his colleagues step right up and kiss him, and he wasn’t entirely sure what protocol was. He was pretty damned sure about one thing though. When Nic Sinclair had put her mouth on his, he’d liked it. ‘Signed, sealed, paid for. Half of everything here belongs to me.’
    ‘No,’ she said again, louder this time. ‘You’ll just have to give it back.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Ella isn’t thinking straight,’ she said.
    I know the feeling. Sebastian stepped away from the Porsche and strolled over to look at the delicious E-Type Jag. Once the shock had worn off, there’d been a split