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nurses mentioned her brother was a physio at a college, helping kids recover from their sports injuries. It seemed such a nice thing to do. So normal.’
    His dimple appeared as he smiled and shrugged. ‘Hey, I come from a long line of stuffy academics. I grew up on dusty geological digs and boarding school. What’s normal?’
    She laughed. This was normal. Talking, laughing, being the person she wanted to be. Being accepted, not judged. Even if it had taken a little time, and she still had a long way to go. ‘Okay. Enough about me, and my boring story. Tell me about the condoms.’
    He coughed, and spilled the water in the glass he was holding. ‘You heard?’
    Glad to get a reaction out of him she offered a napkin. ‘I have superpower hearing. Watch out.’
    He dabbed at the water, leaned back, crossed his feet at the ankles and gave her the most mischievous smile she’d seen in a decade. She almost swore that wicked dimple winked at her. ‘Dani, I have superpower stamina. Hence the condoms. Watch out.’
    A flash of heat inflamed the pit of her stomach and hit her cheeks in nanoseconds. The idea of him naked rebounded into her brain again. Along with the sudden idea of how good he’d look against her Egyptian cotton sheets.
    No. She pressed a cool hand against her clammy neck.
    She was no good at this flirting; being playful wasn’t her thing. She’d perfected the art of aloof. Besides, flirting was off limits. He was off limits. Men were off limits. After Paul’s heartbreaking betrayal she didn’t want to think about trusting another man. But she didn’t know what to do with the butterflies in her stomach or the raw energy she got from talking to Zac.
    Glancing around the room she realised the music had stopped, waiters were clearing the last of the plates and most of the party goers had left. The players had been under strict orders for an early night. Even Daddy had gone. For some reason she knew it would be safer tucked up in her bed, alone, than spending any more time here with Zac Price. ‘Okay. Well, I’m going to bed.’
    His gaze moved away from her and scanned the emptying room. ‘Good call. Looks like we’re the last ones at the party. I’ll walk you to the elevator.’
    His exotic woody scent filled the air, reminding her of how close she’d been to him when he’d saved her from the press. The aroma was comforting and exciting at the same time, with undertones of something else’his own natural smell, which was heady, all male. And intoxicating.
    ‘Which floor?’ She reached out to the panel of buttons in the elevator, now wired at her body’s strange and intense reaction to someone she barely knew, her hand shaking, as an intense pulse throbbed in the tiny enclosed space.
    ‘Eleven.’ He leaned forward and his hand brushed against hers as they went for the same number.
    ‘Oh, me too.’ Her voice cracked and she snatched her hand away, shifted into the corner, as far away from him as she could possibly get.
    ‘Apparently management are clustered in the same area.’ A lazy sexy smile smothered his lips; he seemed so comfortable in his skin. She guessed that mouth had seduced many a hapless girl. Well, she wasn’t going to be another of his conquests.
    ‘That’s cosy. But I suppose it helps for meetings and things.’
    ‘Things...yes.’ His eyes glinted. ‘I’m rooming with Matt. You?’
    ‘On my own.’
    ‘Nice.’ He held her gaze. Something unspoken fired between them. Something hot.
    Something she should not, could not, would not, act on.
    When the door pinged she darted out, walked as fast as her silly shoes allowed down the corridor, fumbled in her clutch for the swipe card. But he was at her shoulder every step of the way.
    ‘In a hurry?’
    ‘Got to get my beauty sleep, you know.’ She swiped the card. Red light. Swiped it again. Red. Come on. Give me a break. Open up before I say or do something utterly stupid.
    ‘Need a hand?’ He took the card from her fingers