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side. She was born in a smal town outside Naples, but she’s been living in England since she was six years old.”
    “That explains a lot.”
    He gave her a curious glance.
    “The dark hair and…” she nodded her head into the flat, “…I can smel something delicious. Garlic, if I’m not mistaken.”
    “Very astute. I hope you like garlic?”
    “I love garlic.” She couldn’t help smiling.
    He took her hand and led her into the kitchen. “It’s a pleasure to cook for someone who appreciates the importance of a good aroma. My flatmate would live on steak and eggs, given half a chance.”
    Hol y resisted the urge to respond to that. Pushing aside her intimate knowledge, she reminded herself that as far as she was concerned they were just flatmates and no more. Instead, she admired the way he looked. She usual y encountered him in cycle gear—which had its own appeal, being skin tight and al —or a suit for work. This evening he was wearing an indigo-blue smart-casual shirt, open at the neck, sleeves rol ed up, and fitted jeans. He was a good-looking man, lean and intense, with brown eyes that made people do a double-take because they were rich as dark chocolate.
    As she fol owed him down the hal way her gaze dropped to his hips, and a series of intimate images of him and Stewart flashed through her mind.
    She tossed back her hair and took a deep breath, attempting to blot them out. She couldn’t afford to let images like that distract her, not tonight. He put his arm loosely around her waist and directed her to the table, which was set for three. “And you have a sweet tooth…right? Please tel me of a sweet tooth.”
    She nodded.
    “Stewart won’t eat anything too indulgent, because his body is ‘a temple’ or some nonsense. It’s good to have you to spoil.”
    Hol y glanced over at the cooker. Every burner was on and the oven, too, by the looks of it. “Wow, how much are you cooking?”
    “Just a few dishes to choose from. I made an effort, seeing as it was you.”
    There was a new sense of intimacy between them. It struck Hol y and she wondered if he was aware of the deeper connection. He’d been grateful she’d been there that day, at the accident and after, she knew that, and it had made them closer. It would, she supposed, but she doubted he knew how much closer she was to him now.
    His expression grew serious. “It’s a smal gesture. I can never thank you enough for what you did for me.”
    Hol y stared into his eyes. She saw gratitude and something more. There was definitely a new sense of understanding between them. She tried to sense if he was aware of it. Yes, her psychic connection told her that he did feel closer to her, but he believed it was because she’d been there in his hour of need. For a moment it made her more comfortable about her secret knowledge of him.
    He leaned over and hugged her. At first she was startled then Hol y let herself slide into the embrace, wrapping her arms around his back.
    “Thank you,” he whispered against her ear.
    “I only did what anyone else would do,” she said. “No need to go to any trouble because of that.”
    He was thinking about her, specifical y thinking about seeing her when he came round and how good that had been. Holding her close, he hugged her. When she breathed him in, her heart rate lifted. The smel of his cologne and his underlying essence affected her. Hol y’s eyelids fluttered down and her breath caught in her throat. The hard line of his body against hers felt so damn sexy that heat pooled in her groin. An image of him up against the wal with Stewart shunting against him flashed through her mind.
    She opened her eyes and wil ed it away, but when she did she saw Stewart standing in the doorway, watching them. That made her hotter stil .
    He was just pul ing a shirt on, his belt hanging open and his hair stil damp from the shower. Her gaze drifted over his splendid physique. One glimpse of his bare chest—so built and