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thought of her lips pressed to his had done to his body.
    Blimey, he hadn’t desired a woman so swiftly since his break up with Mary Beth. There’d been the odd fling here and there, but getting hard for a relative stranger? He’d thought that kind of reaction gone from his sensibilities lately.
    “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to make you jump.”
    She frowned at him, before breaking into a smile. “How’s the foot? Must be getting better if you’re gallivanting around town.”
    “It’s better, though I’m not out of the woods yet.”
    “So you still can’t make the shoot in New York, then.”
    “Speaking of that, I took your advice.”
    She dropped her pen and pushed the book aside. “And?”
    He leaned back in the booth and straightened his legs. “And you were right. They’ve agreed to move the whole hoopla to England. I’m worried what the handler is gonna pull on me, but that would be a small price to pay, I suppose.”
    She laughed, a merry trill that tugged at heartstrings he’d long thought gone.
    “You should always worry about what Cade Kingston can pull on you.”
    Warning bells went up in his head. “How do you know it’s him I spoke about?”
    A blush tinged her cheeks. Then she shrugged and flapped her hand in the air.
    “Come on, it’s common knowledge the genius behind every Sinners&Saints campaign is named Cade Kingston, one of the most flamboyant men in the fashion world who surprisingly, turns out to be heterosexual.” She paused. “The man’s a legend.”
    No, she wasn’t hiding anything from him...and she couldn’t be the missing Iris Ann Taylor.
    “Since you’re mentioning legends, where’s Jari? I wanted to have a word with him. Just heard about Megha...”
    She nodded. “Tough thing to stomach, innit?”
    Strange how the accent from South London and Surrey also agreed with her. She must be picking up the way of speech here. He’d been so much all over the world that half the time, he no longer had an accent anymore. Add to it the many other languages he’d learned to master while being in foreign lands and then shacking up with other models, it was a miracle he still spoke clear English.
    “Let me get Jari for you. He’s out back.” She stood and grabbed the ledger. “I better get going, too. Ben’s gonna need a hand with the food.”
    A strong sense of loss invaded him when she turned around and left. He wanted to spend more time with her, get to know who she hid underneath those bulky clothes and guarded exterior.
    Jari Saran came out of the kitchen and gave him a heartfelt hug in greeting. “Looking good, lad, despite Missy working her troublemaker tendencies on you. Ollie Murs should’ve cast her in the video for his song.”
    Luke chuckled as he eyed the older man. Jari would be in his fifties now, and his past good looks had grown even more pronounced with the emphasis of his silver hair. That man could model for seniors any day and make a killing.
    “I...I heard about Megha,” he said. “My mum just told me.”
    The unlined face suddenly looked craggy. What must he be going through, seeing his daughter suffering through such harsh sickness?
    “She’s brave, I’ll tell you that.” A chuckle escaped him. “And she’d sock me or anyone who’d dare say that to her face. For her, it’s just a struggle to get past. Says she has no other choice but to fight back.”
    Luke smiled. “Her spirit’s not taken a blow, then.”
    Megha had been one of the most shrewish and opinionated persons he’d ever met.
    “It sure hasn’t. That’s my girl.”
    “Give her my best regards next time you see her. I’m not sure we’ll cross paths before I leave.”
    “I will, son.”
    “And how about you? You holding up?”
    Jari gave a weak smile and nodded. “Ben’s a great help.”
    The whole townsfolk believed these two to be a gay couple; not that they’d ever come out till now, though.
    “Can I get you something to eat?”
    Luke recognised the