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single right now.’
    Drake had allowed himself the briefest smile. ‘I’d really like to ask her about that myself, if you don’t mind?’ he’d returned immediately. There was a fine line between being bold enough to state your aim clearly and being pushy, but when it came to something he wanted as badly as this, he definitely wasn’t a man to let the grass grow under his feet—and neither was he overly concerned if he offended anyone. ‘It’s probably best if I talk to her outside of work. Maybe even on the day that you and I have our meeting?’
    ‘You’d better ring her first and check and see if that’s okay,’ had been the distinctly wary-sounding reply.
    ‘Of course.’
    And now Layla’s mobile phone number was writ large across his notepad
.
    He made a vow to ring her after lunch, just in case the café was busy, and, breathing out a relieved sigh,stopped gazing out the window and returned to his desk, bringing his focus determinedly back to his work …
    ‘Layla?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘This is Drake Ashton. I got your number from your brother Marc.’
    In the midst of a leisurely stroll in the park, through the sea of burnished gold leaves that scattered the concrete path, Layla changed direction and strode across the grass to sit down on a nearby bench and take the call, her phone positioned firmly against her ear. Marc had despatched her to eat her packed lunch and get some fresh air after a surprising flurry of lunchtime trade, but any sense of feeling free to enjoy a precious hour in the autumnal sunshine had immediately vanished at the sound of the famed architect’s magnetically velvet smoky voice.
    ‘He told me you’d asked him for my number,’ she answered, already desperately rehearsing her carefully worded refusal of what she suspected would be another invitation to meet him for a drink.
    Inexplicably, and against every impulse to act sensibly, she’d hardly been able to stop thinking about the man since he’d visited the café yesterday, and that was definitely a cause for concern. Just hearing his voice ignited an almost terrifying compulsion to see him again. The ethereal grey eyes that sometimes seemed almost colourless, the high cheekbones and cut-glass jaw seemed to be imprinted on her memory with pin-sharp clarity.
    ‘Then you’ll no doubt have guessed that I’m ringingto ask you out?’ There was a smile in his extraordinarily hypnotic voice. ‘I know you were reluctant to let me have your number, but I’d very much like to see you again. I’d really like the chance to get to know you a little, Layla. What do you say?’
    ‘If I’m honest, I’m not entirely comfortable with the idea, Mr Ashton.’
    ‘Drake,’ he inserted smoothly.
    The tension in Layla’s stomach made her feel as if a band of steel was encircling it and tightening by the second. She drew the canvas bag that contained her sandwiches more closely to her side almost subconsciously, as if for protection. ‘I don’t mean to offend you, but I’m not interested in seeing anyone at the moment.’
    ‘You don’t like dating?’
    ‘I can take it or leave it, to tell you the truth. I’m certainly not a person who needs to have someone special in my life to make me feel whole or worthwhile.’
    ‘Good for you. But is that the
real
reason you’re hesitating to meet me, or is it perhaps because your last boyfriend let you down in some way or treated you badly?’
    ‘That’s none of your business.’
    ‘Maybe not. I’m just trying to find out why you don’t want to have a date with me.’
    Layla expelled a heavy, resigned sigh. ‘The man who let me down wasn’t a boyfriend … at least not at first. But he
was
someone I’d put my trust in—completely wrongly, as it turned out. I was very badly deceived by him. Anyway, I—’
    ‘You’d rather not risk seeing me in case I do the same thing to you?’ Drake finished for her.
    ‘No, I’d rather not,’ she confessed reluctantly, feelingstrangely as