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for that he’d thought. So it had come as quite a shock
to wake alone the following morning. She had not long gone, the faint residual scented
heat of her body in the bed told him that, but though he’d dressed and left the apartment
within minutes of waking to search for her, he had not found her.
An hour later he had stormed into his Cardiff office in a foul mood that sent his
entourage scurrying to please, but his only concern was to brief his security chief and find
her. He would have gone himself and searched that country hamlet until he found her, but
he was booked on a mid morning flight to the states. No way could he miss this series of
meetings, so he’d had to rely on Owain to find her, find out all there was to know about her
and keep an eye on her until his return in three days time. Even then there had not been
time to deal with her, while he had been away, the protest group had accelerated the
protests at the LLan-aberth project so there had been that to deal with, along with the
usual backlog of work that inevitably followed an absence from the office. So he’d had to
be patient, content with reading the file Owain had prepared and intending to head off
immediately following the meeting to find her.
When he’d spotted her in the back row of the conference room it had come a
surprise, a pleasant one, no need to go chasing after her after all. He would get the
meeting over with and then she would find out that women did not walk out on Gethyn
Mathias. Some of the worlds most glamourous women numbered amongst those he’d
enjoyed on his own terms, for just as long as he dictated, months if they were lucky, days if
they failed to please. When he made it quite clear the relationship was over, he always did
that with an expensive little consolatory gift, before moving on to the next dalliance. Hell
would freeze over, he vowed, before he would be kicked into touch by any female, let
alone a prickly little hippie like this one!
    A plan was already forming in his head that would possibly kill two birds with one
stone. He would get Ms Alexandria Owen back in his bed and jumping delightfully to his
tune for just as long as he dictated and she would also provide just the diversion he
needed to get his mother off his back. He loved his Mam, there was no doubting that, but
just recently she had become obsessed with matching him to one of her friends horsey
daughters.
Convinced marriage and children would be the making of him. Normally he
just kept his distance, busy with work it was not often he spent any significant time at the
farm anyway. The problem was that his parents ruby wedding anniversary loomed and a
big family celebration followed by a party was planned in a weeks time. The thought of
spending a long weekend avoiding the joint efforts of Mam and her crony to pair him off
with said cronies' daughter Sally was enough to make him seriously consider being out of
the country. But of course he couldn’t do that, he would have to be there. Now if he turned
up with a fiancée on his arm, he could be sure to put paid to their plans. Yes indeed Ms
Alexandria Owen would be the answer to his problem and at the same time she would
provide a delectable little diversion.
    He looked up sharply as Owain re-entered the room carrying a big saggy cotton bag
in bright yellows and greens, prettily decorated with glass beads and sequins. Icy eyes
narrowing, Geth looked inquiringly at the young man for explanation.
    ‘No sign of her boss, but this was left in the conference room.’
‘Is it hers?’ His boss’ terse question made him nod in answer,
‘Yes I’ve checked look here are her purse and driving license.’
He proffered the documents to Geth, but he had turned to walk across the room to
    stare out of the long narrow Georgian window at the teeming city below.
‘So she went with the rest of them? We can catch up with them at the village, ring
down for my car will you?’
‘No boss,