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kissed Kara goodnight, she distinctly heard her mutter ‘bitch’ in her ear.
     
    “Listen, Kara…” Dylan topped up their champagne glasses in the silence that followed Lucien and Sophie’s disappearance. “I think we may have got off on the wrong foot, and for my part in that, I’m sorry.”
    He handed Kara her glass and picked up his own, turning his body towards hers on the bench as he settled back down. The top couple of buttons on his dark shirt were open, and Kara found her eyes following the tanned column of his neck down and wondering what he’d be like if he lost the shirt altogether.
    Balls. She closed her eyes and brought her glass to her lips. She didn’t want to think that.
    Don’t think it, don’t think it, don’t think it.
    Maybe if she said it three times in her head something magical would happen and he wouldn’t be so attractive when she reopened her eyes.
    Well, that didn’t work . In fact, if anything, he looked sexier still, because he was watching her, waiting for her.
    “Are you waiting for me to apologise too?” she asked, placing her drink down.
    “Do you feel like you need to?”
    He was half school teacher, half sex god, and for some reason Kara found herself ready to be thrown over his knee and chastised for her sassy mouth. Oh Lord. This was going to go bad. Champagne swilled in her veins, and there was no stopping the words from leaving her lips.
    “No. I actually feel like sliding over there and unbuttoning your shirt.”
    Dylan’s expression went from lazy amusement to round-eyed surprise in five seconds flat. Surprise laced with arousal.
    “Which is why you should leave right now,” Kara continued, aware that she’d said too much, as always. Her big mouth had got her into all sorts of trouble over the years, and it would seem that this was destined to be another of those times.
    She watched him swallow hard and wanted to trace her index finger down his Adam’s apple.
    He watched her watching him.
    “Well, that’s an unexpected development, English.”
    “You’re telling me,” she said. “Leave. Please?”
    Kara manoeuvred herself off the bench and stood to allow him room to get out.
    “Should I finish my drink?”
    “Nope.”
    “I could take my shirt off?”
    He was standing too close, his fingers on the buttons at his chest, his eyebrows raised suggestively, his expression caught halfway between joking and deadly serious.
    “Goodnight, Dylan.”
    Kara crossed her arms firmly, and for the briefest of seconds Dylan’s eyes moved down to the cleavage she’d just inadvertently served up like two oranges on a platter. She didn’t dare open her mouth for fear of what might come out. “Rip my dress off and take a proper look,” sprang unhelpfully to mind.
    Dylan leaned down and touched his lips against her cheek; warm, tingly, and lingering for a second longer than could be deemed platonic. Jesus, he smelt like nothing on earth. She wanted to lick his face.
    “Goodnight, English,” he said softly. “I’ll see myself out. And for the record… I’ve never felt less like leaving anywhere in my life.”
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Dylan jerked awake just before sunrise, his heart thudding. A bead of sweat slipped down his cheek as he pushed himself up to sitting. He was alone. No-one knew he was here. He dropped back heavily against the soft pillows, forcing himself to concentrate on the constellations glowing above him, chasing his demons away across the Milky Way.
    This place was different.
    These people were different.
    He could be different too.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Dylan had forgotten his jacket.
    Kara noticed it the moment she walked into the hallway the next morning. His scent surrounded her as she took it down from the hook, and it took some supreme effort not to bury her nose in it and inhale deeply.
    “I’m going out for an hour. I’ll see you at the club,” she called through to Sophie in the kitchen, then stepped outside into the warm