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these uncharacteristic feelings of violence in her? That caused her to be constantly antagonised by him?
    The answer to that was easy! Everything about him made her feel defensive, while at the same time making her feel vulnerable and very feminine in a way that was totally unfamiliar to her. As well as uncomfortable…
    Elizabeth Brown was defensive, nosy and confrontational, Rogan recognised as he continued to look at her admiringly from between narrowed lids. An interesting combination for a university lecturer in History who read steamy vampire novels when she was alone in bed at night and didn’t like surprises in her personal life.
    Whereas Rogan was an adrenaline junkie who lived for the challenges in his own life, personal and otherwise!
    Elizabeth’s mouth firmed. ‘Obviously your… interest doesn’t lie in rare books.’
    ‘Obviously not,’ Rogan agreed, inwardly starting to regret deliberately baiting her.
    She had arrived two weeks ago to catalogue Brad’s library—Rogan had checked that out with Mrs Baines earlier—and, pleasurable as it might be, he shouldn’t be taking out his present frustration with the situation he found himself in on her.
    Because his father’s sudden death had completely removed any possibility of the two men ever coming to any sort of understanding…
    The two Sullivan men had never had the easiest of relationships. When the family had lived in the States Brad hadowned and run one of the most prestigious advertising companies in New York, and his hours of work had been long and frantic. The family home had been in the suburbs, often meaning that Brad had spent weekday nights at the apartment he’d kept in the city. Not much had changed after the family had moved to England twenty years ago, so his father could open an office there. Brad had stayed in London during the week, only returning to Sullivan House for the weekends.
    Consequently Brad hadn’t been around much, and had never attended any of the school events to which parents were invited—meaning Rogan’s mother, the Irish/American Maggie, had been the one to attend rugby matches, sports days, and the school plays in which Rogan had appeared.
    Maggie had always been the bridge between Rogan and Brad, and when she had died so unexpectedly the two men had found they had absolutely nothing in common. Added to which, Brad had been furious when Rogan had refused to take up his place at Oxford University and instead returned to America and joined the army there.
    Rogan straightened abruptly. ‘Continue to catalogue the library, by all means,’ he said brusquely. ‘Whoever inherits will no doubt consider selling them if some of the books are as valuable as you say they are.’
    Elizabeth’s eyes widened. ‘You aren’t expecting that to be you?’
    Rogan Sullivan’s laugh lacked all humour. ‘I have an appointment with Desmond Taylor, Brad’s lawyer, later this morning, so no doubt all will be revealed then. But I’d think it doubtful, wouldn’t you?’
    Elizabeth no longer knew what to think. About this situation. Or, indeed, about Rogan Sullivan…

Chapter Three
    ‘T HIS is very kind of you,’ Rogan said as he sat beside Elizabeth as she drove her Mini Cooper into town.
    Elizabeth briefly turned her attention from driving along the narrow coast road to shoot him a narrow-eyed glance.
    Kindness on her part had nothing to do with the two of them being here together. How could it, when Rogan had more or less commandeered both Elizabeth and her car so that he might keep his appointment in town this morning with Desmond Taylor, his father’s lawyer?
    Having flown into England late the previous night, and feeling tired after a long flight, it appeared that instead of hiring a car Rogan had simply got in a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Sullivan House. Consequently, he had no transport of his own.
    As Elizabeth now worked for him—for the moment at least—Rogan had very generously given her permission