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about their customers.
    But their argument tonight had been different. Had had an edge to it that they had both felt.
    Two hours later her mind was still harking back to it, when she looked up and there he was, the man, the stranger, sitting on his own at the back of the room, and her heart gave a sudden, illogical leap of pleasure which disappeared as fast as it had come.
    How long had he been sitting there?
    And now that she had spotted him, she became acutely conscious of her every movement until finally she had no choice but to walk towards him, even though he wasn’t seated in her patch.
    â€˜What are you doing here?’
    â€˜I told you I would return,’ he asked with the same slightly amused, lazy drawl that sent a shiver up her spine. ‘Missed me?’
    â€˜Of course I haven’t missed you, and I also thought I’d made my position clear. I’m not for sale along with the drinks and the food.’ And, since there was no more to be said on the subject, she knew that she should just spin round on her heel and walk away, leaving him ample time to get the message once and for all. But she didn’t. She hesitated.
    â€˜Why don’t we leave here and go somewhere a little more civilised for some coffee? I know a particularly good coffee bar that’s open all hours.’
    â€˜A coffee bar that’s open all hours? Oh, please! And where would that be? On another planet?’
    â€˜Actually, in a hotel that caters for men like me. Not, I might add, the lying pervert you categorised me as but a workaholic who keeps highly irregular hours.’ He raised one eyebrow, leaned back into his chair and proceeded to watch her very intently.
    â€˜I don’t think so. Thanks all the same.’
    â€˜You look exhausted.’
    Three words that made her stop in her tracks, broughtback the flood of memories of what had taken place between her and Frankie. Right now, there wasn’t a nook or cranny in her life that wasn’t exhausting. How had he spotted that when no one else had?
    â€˜There are one or two reasons why that’s totally out of the question,’ Mattie said tartly. ‘And if you choose to disregard the ones I’ve already given you, then here are a couple more. I’ve only been here for an hour and a half and this is my job. Sorry.’
    â€˜It occurred to me,’ Dominic said, sweeping past her little speech as if it was of no consequence, ‘that I don’t even know your name. What is it?’
    â€˜Look. I have to go. Jackie will hit the roof if she thinks I’m muscling in on her customers.’
    â€˜Why do you work in a place like this?’
    â€˜I already told you. Now, goodbye.’
    â€˜I’ll meet you at the exit in half an hour.’ He stood up, finished his drink and looked down at her. ‘Right?’
    â€˜I’m not going anywhere with you! How much does it take to get through that thick skull of yours?’
    â€˜I’ll sort it out with your boss.’
    Mattie gave a short, dry laugh. ‘Oh, right. And how do you propose to do that? Put a gun to his head, by any chance?’
    â€˜I’ve always found that strong-arm tactics never work.’ His dark eyes locked with hers and he felt that sudden surge of unexplained excitement once again. The same excitement that had coursed through him whenever she crossed his mind. Which she had done with puzzling regularity over the past few days.
    Why? Logic told him that if all he wanted was a safe and enjoyable antidote to Rosalind, then he could find that anywhere. He certainly didn’t need to pursue a woman who had made her feelings patently clear fromthe word go. But logic was no match for what he could only put down to the thrill of a challenge, and challenge, he had grudgingly admitted, was certainly what she was.
    Hence his reason for returning to the nightclub.
    â€˜Leave it to me.’
    Leave it to him! Well, why not? He didn’t