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    Tony’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Hey, nothing wrong with your curves.’ He picked up two melons from the cold counter and started to juggle with them. There was more laughter from behind her.
    ‘Nah, not Rubens,’ Marco shouted. ‘That Millais bloke. You’re just like a Pre-Raphaelite chick with all that hair.’
    ‘Thanks, I think,’ Ellie said, and self-consciously flicked her hair back over her shoulders. She reached out for her bag of food and coffee. Tony held on to the bag and lowered his voice a little.
    ‘How you getting on with that Jack Wolfe, eh? Not giving you a hard time, is he? Hear women are fainting all over him at your place.’ Tony did an extremely bad impression of a wolf flexing his claws and Ellie was going to make a face but thought better of it. You never knew who was behind you in the queue.
    ‘Oh, he’s not so bad,’ she said lightly. ‘He knows his stuff. He hasn’t scared the pants off me yet.’
    Tony let go of the bag. ‘Well, you watch yourself, Ellie.’
    ‘I will,’ she said, and handed him her money. Then, ina much louder voice than she intended, she added, ‘Although maybe I should faint too – I do hear Mr Wolfe has an incredibly big tail.’
    There was complete silence as Ellie finished talking and she watched Tony’s smile disappear. Before she even looked in the mirror she knew what she would see. Jack Wolfe’s grey eyes stared back at her. He didn’t appear to be blinking; his reflection regarded hers with a steady gaze.
    How had he managed to get right behind her like that? For a big guy he was light on his feet. He’d obviously heard the ‘tail’ comment, as now she looked closer, she could see there was a kind of smile on his face and a distinct slant to one of his eyebrows. It was a look that managed to appear both amused and threatening and Ellie felt as though something cold had been tipped down her spine. She thought back over all those stories that had followed Jack to the agency, the ones involving how tough and unpredictable he could be if people started hacking him off.
    ‘Hello, Mr Wolfe,’ Tony said. ‘Your order is all ready. I get it for you.’ He skittered off to the kitchen and Ellie felt Jack move from behind her to stand by her side.
    Please God don’t let him have been there for the melon juggling. She gave him a quick sideways glance and couldn’t work out how she’d failed to notice him. She’d been called ‘lofty’ since she was about fifteen, but even she had to lift her chin to look Jack in the eye. Worryingprofile too. You wouldn’t want to mess with that chin or nose. There was something about him that made Ellie want to step away. She executed a subtle side shuffle to put a bit more distance between them and hoped that he hadn’t noticed. The way that he turned his head and studied her suggested he had.
    Well, however he’d managed to sneak up on her, she’d have to talk to him at some point. Politely.
    ‘Hello, Mr Wolfe. I didn’t know you came in here.’
    ‘Evidently,’ he said, managing to put layers of meaning into the word, most of them disturbing.
    Wonderful, he was going to enjoy making her feel uncomfortable. She decided that it was time to go and started to move, but Jack made no attempt to stand aside and let her pass. In fact, she wasn’t sure that he hadn’t closed the gap she had created between them. It looked smaller, although she hadn’t seen him move. What was he on, castors or something?
    Ellie was now crammed against the cake display and Jack continued to watch her with that supercilious smile on his face, as though he were weighing her up. Ellie felt the first stirrings of anger beneath her irritation. Jack was obviously in the habit of using his size to intimidate people, and she guessed if that didn’t work, he simply scowled them into submission.
    She regarded him bleakly. Mr Heathcliff Lite. As far as she could see, all the fuss was about a Yorkshire accentand dark hair and