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them. ’ She lifted her chin. ‘ I certainly got that right, didn ’ t I? ’

    ‘ What in hell, ’ he said slowly, ‘ do you imagine I ’ m going to do to you? ’

    ‘ Now you ’ re being ridiculous, ’ Cat said, ignoring the fact that the imagination in question was currently running riot. Her stomach was churning in turmoil and her mouth was dry.

    He said, ‘ You seem — uneasy, that ’ s all. A trifle — on edge. ’

    ‘ Nonsense, ’ she said, too quickly. ‘ As I said, I have — stuff waiting for me in London. I decided I should make a start on it — that ’ s all. ’

    ‘ Even if it meant breaking a promise? ’ His eyes met hers. Held them.

    ‘ It wasn ’ t a firm arrangement. ’ Cat bit her lip, aware that her breathing had quickened. ‘ I — I didn ’ t think you could be serious — or that you ’ d believe that I was. ’

    He nodded thoughtfully. ‘ Because I ’ m merely part of the hired help and you ’ re a lady from London with appointments to keep and deals to be made? ’

    ‘ No, ’ she said. ‘ Because you ’ re a complete stranger, and it didn ’ t seem — appropriate. ’

    ‘ Yet that ’ s how things begin, ’ he said. ‘ With strangers meeting. And, according to statistics, a lot of those strangers actually meet at weddings too. ’

    ‘ We didn ’ t exactly do that — if you remember. ’

    ‘ I have total recall, ’ he said. ‘ Of every detail. You ’ re The Cat That Walks By Herself, and all places are alike to you. Isn ’ t that how it goes? ’

    Her brows lifted. ‘ Bravo. ’

    ‘ But if that ’ s really the case, ’ he went on, as if she hadn ’ t spoken, ‘ there ’ s nothing to prevent you being with me for a while. Going my way for a change. ’ He smiled at her. ‘ After all, what have you got to lose? ’

    More , she thought, than I even want to contemplate …

    She said tautly, ‘ Are you always this persistent? ’

    ‘ Are you always this elusive? ’

    ‘ It doesn ’ t occur to you that I might — just prefer my own company? ’

    ‘ How can you know, ’ he said, ‘ until you ’ ve tried mine? ’ He gave her a considering look. ‘ Of course, if you ’ re too ashamed to be seen with me in the restaurant, we could always dine up here. ’

    ‘ No! ’ The denial seemed to burst out of her.

    He grinned at her. ‘ No to the shame, or no to being alone with me? ’

    She lifted her chin. ‘ Both. ’

    ‘ What ’ s the matter, Cat? ’ His voice was soft — goading. ‘ Discovered some hot bricks? You ’ ll feel better when you ’ ve eaten. ’

    She was silent, knowing that she ’ d run out of arguments yet hating to admit it. ‘ Very well, ’ she conceded reluctantly, at last. ‘ If — if I must. ’

    ‘ You overwhelm me, ’ he murmured. He allowed his gaze to wander over her for a meditative moment. ‘ Tell me something — is that bed as comfortable as it looks? ’

    Cat stiffened defensively, angrily conscious that she ’ d started to blush. ‘ It ’ s all right. Why? ’

    ‘ Because you seem to be glued to it. ’ He unhitched himself from the dressing table and came towards her. ‘ Need a hand? ’

    From somewhere she managed a steely glance. ‘ No, I do not. Thank you. ’ She paused. ‘ I — I ’ ll join you downstairs. ’

    ‘ Will you, now? ’ He was grinning again, she saw with chagrin. ‘ I think it might be safer if I waited for you right outside — just in case you have some alternative getaway planned. And don ’ t be too long, ’ he added softly. ‘ Because I seem to be developing quite an appetite. ’

    And he left her kneeling there, in that absurd ocean of sprigged bedspread, staring after him, her heart thudding unevenly and her arms wrapped round her body like a shield.

    CHAPTER THREE

    YOU don ’ t have to do this, Cat told herself as she ran the cold water tap over her wrists in an effort to calm her juddering pulses. You could simply call up the manager