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led
them out, knowing he would wait until they were out of earshot to
start firing questions at them.
    “ Well, that
was pretty painless,” she said, laying her head on Sarah’s
shoulder. “Maybe I can grab an hour before I go back to the
hospital.”
    “ I’ll wait
for you. I want to check on Jack anyway.” The tone of Greg’s voice
cut off the protest on her lips.
    “ I don’t
suppose I’m going anywhere alone for a few days.” She pulled a
face.
    “ Enjoy it
while you can.” Sarah nudged Alicia’s head away from her shoulder
so she could pull them both up. “There’s no way you can deter
Stuart from a bodyguard now.”
    “ How about
you play bodyguard,” Alicia said, prodding her in the ribs for
looking so smug.
    Greg swung his arms
around them. “You could always find a part for me in the movie.
That way I can keep an eye on both my girls.”
    “ As great as
that would be - go find your own job.” Alicia laughed when he hung
his head in rejection and turned his appealing eyes towards her;
eyes as green as his daughters.
    “ Aw, come on,
you’re not playing fair.”
    He grinned at her, using
the full power of his formidable charm. There were women all over
the country who would bow at his feet if he turned that look on
them. With his dark brown hair, greying slightly at the temples,
those expressive eyes and Scottish brogue, he was hard to
resist.
    “ Stop it, you
know you can come by anytime.”
    Greg and Sarah laughed
heartily at how easily she caved; they had both used their powers
of persuasion in the past. It worked every time. Alicia tried to be
annoyed as they left Stuart’s office arm in arm, but she wasn’t
fooling anybody.
    The trio were so absorbed
in each other that they didn’t notice they were being
watched.
     

Chapter
4

    Brad Morgan loosened his
grip a little, relaxing the hand around Chris Riley’s throat. He
watched as oxygen returned to the weasel’s brain, so that his eyes
came into focus. Chris Riley had features that fit his personality
– slimy and unpleasant to look at.
    “ The lady
quite clearly told you to leave,” he said, his voice quietly
threatening.
    “ You can’t
stop me from seeing my own damn wife.” The sound that came out of
Chris’s throat was a high-pitched whine. There was no conviction in
it.
    Brad narrowed his eyes
and worked on his control – what he wanted to do was wipe the floor
with the wife-beating piece of shit.
    Imogen Downes, who stood
guarding the entrance to Ashbury House like a restless warrior,
felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. She felt no sympathy
for Chris Riley; she’d searched for a shred but came up empty. From
his perspective, or at least from his current position, Brad had to
look like a giant oak – tall, broad-shouldered and immobile. At 6ft
4, he towered over Chris, but it was his quiet confidence that
intimidated.
    “ Let’s start
with what I can do,” Brad said in that quiet, authoritative tone
Imogen knew well. “I can hurt you – a lot. That’s exactly what’s
going to happen if you come back here uninvited.” He turned to
Imogen. “Do you think he’s going to get an invite anytime
soon?”
    She smiled without
humour. “Not in this lifetime.”
    “ I’m a
personal friend of Miss Downes, and any friend of hers…well you get
the drift. Your wife has no desire to see you, so if I find out
you’ve been bothering my friends again, I won’t be this
polite.”
    “ You have
your fucking hand around my throat,” Chris choked out, squirming
without much effort.
    “ Exactly. So
we understand each other.” Brad dropped his arm and took a step
back. He was watching Chris’s reactions carefully, but the man had
the backbone of a slug – non-existent.
    Chris backed away, his
eyes darting from Brad to Imogen with open distrust. “You won’t get
away with this,” he said, hurrying a little in case the big guy
decided to go postal again.
    Imogen stepped forward –
her body still blocking the