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about her little faux pas the evening before, but she looked so damn sexy when she got annoyed.
    She shuffled uncomfortably, her pale complexion beautifully enhanced by bright flashes of color high on her cheekbones. The tension between them was growing. "You're not going to let me forget that, are you?"
    "No, because I don’t want to forget it."
    There was such a perturbed look in her eyes it made him want her, badly. "Actually," he added, "it's the third date, if you include the meeting we had with Norton senior."
    She glared at him. "Let it go, or I'll send you home and go on alone."
    Now that was something he'd love to see her trying to do, but he managed to resist comment. He peered at the traffic for a moment then decided to change his approach. "Tell me, what does a high-flying London journo like you do to chill out?"
    The tension in her expression eased somewhat. "You'd probably laugh."
    He shrugged, relieved that he'd managed to redirect the conversation. "Go on…what is it, Pilates, float tanks?"
    "Not even close."
    "I know, you bake cakes for the local church." Ah, she smiled that beautiful smile. It made him feel mellow and content somewhere deep inside—while the challenging look in her eyes brought about an altogether different feeling in a more southerly region.
    "No, not quite. It's my mother who bakes cakes. I do some voluntary work that's different to my day job. I teach Tae Kwan Do to the local kids at a community center youth club." She glanced at him to see his reaction. "It keeps them off the streets."
    "An admirable pastime." He allowed himself to look at her body, top to toe. "And it goes some way in explaining the gorgeous figure."
    Her mouth opened but she thought twice about it and didn't say anything.
    His gaze rested momentarily on her cleavage. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. Man, she was hot.
    "I'll see to that water now." He stood up. "You can get back in the car."
    "Keep cool," he muttered to himself, as he slowly topped up the radiator. It wasn't easy. An extreme sense of physical desire had him in its grip and he couldn't stay focused as a result. Once he'd secured everything, he climbed into the car and shut the door. "Should get us there."
    She nodded at him from the driver's seat. "Excellent."
    She put the key in the transmission then pushed back some stray tendrils of hair that had fallen around her face, giving him a look at the soft curve of her jaw and the long line of her throat. He wanted to touch her. He remembered her hands resting up against his chest in the bar and the inviting look in her eyes.
    "So, what you do to 'chill out' Sebastian?" She pulled her seat belt into position.
    "Skiing or snow boarding once a year, canoeing once a month. On a daily basis I have to deal with a rather demanding household pet." He broke into a grin when he saw the curious look on her face. "It's proven to be good for stress, stroking a cat, and luckily she enjoys the physical contact as much as I do."
    He lifted his eyebrows at her, inviting a response.
    "Lucky kitty," she replied, her tone laden with sarcasm. "Let's get on our way then, shall we."
    She might as well have waved a red flag at him. Sebastian wanted her. It was time to cut to the chase.
    "Amy." He put his hand on her arm to stop her turning the key in the ignition. "There's something I wanted to say. Roger was disappointed when you didn't turn up to meet him, and I can understand why. I'd be pretty upset myself if I'd missed out on a date with someone as attractive as you."
    That had her attention. She stared at him, her expression morphing. "You spoke to Roger…that's why you weren't surprised it was me this morning?"
    She looked as if someone had just explained the meaning of life to her.
    "Of course I did, I wanted to find out who you were. When I did, I realized we'd be meeting again today, which was great news."
    She stared at him intently for an age, in silence, a frown drawing her delicately arched