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    ‘He does love me,’ she insisted, mainly to bat away the prickle of unease that had begun in her stomach. It was all Adam’s fault for questioning her perfectly laid plans.
    ‘Great. Then put your man where your mouth is. Introduce him to Mum and watch him prove it.’
    * * *
    Dan clicked his phone off with ill-suppressed irritation.
    Cancelling a working lunch at a moment’s notice was extremely bad form. Focused to a pinpoint on work performance himself, he found it difficult to tolerate lateness or bad planning in others. Especially when it meant he’d interrupted his day to turn up at a restaurant when he could have eaten lunch on the run or at his desk.
    He gave the menu an uninterested glance and was on the point of calling for the bill for the two drinks he’d ordered while waiting for the no-show client when he saw Emma cross the restaurant. A waiter showed her to a table by the window and she sat down alone, so engrossed in scrolling through her phone that she didn’t even notice he was in the room.
    The news that she was leaving seemed to have given him a new heightened perspective, and he picked up on tiny details about her that had simply passed him by before. He saw her objectively for once, as someone else might. Alistair Woods, for example. This time his gaze skimmed over her usual business dress when previously it would have stopped at observing the sharply cut grey suit. Instead he now noticed how slender she was. How had he never picked up before on the striking contrast of her double cream skin with her dark hair? The ripe fullness of her lower lip? When you had reason to look past the sensible work image she was unexpectedly cute. He’d been so busy taking her presence for granted he’d failed to notice any of those things.
    Maybe this lunchtime wouldn’t be a total waste of time after all. Dealing with her on the phone had been a bad choice. A face-to-face meeting might be a better approach to talking sense into her.
    He picked up his drink and crossed the room towards her. His stomach gave a sudden flutter that made him pause briefly en route to the table—then he remembered that it was lunchtime. He was obviously just hungry, and since he was here maybe he should take the chance to grab a sandwich as well as a drink and a smoothing-over session with her. Not that his appetite had been up to much this last week or so.
    ‘Dan!’
    Her eyes widened in surprise as he slid into the seat opposite her and put his drink down on the table. She glanced quickly around the restaurant, presumably for a waiter.
    ‘Really glad I bumped into you,’ he said. ‘Just wanted to say no hard feelings about the other night.’
    A smile touched the corner of her lips, drawing his eyes there. She was wearing a light pink lipstick that gave them a delectable soft sheen.
    ‘The other night?’ she said.
    ‘The charity ball.’
    ‘I hadn’t realised there could be hard feelings,’ she said, toying with her water glass. ‘It was just a work arrangement we had after all, right? Not like I broke off a date, is it?’
    She held his gaze steadily and for the first time it occurred to him that it might take a bit more than sweet-talking for him to regain the advantage between them. His own fault, of course. He was judging her by the standards of his usual dates, who seemed to fall over themselves to hang on his every word. Emma was a different ball game altogether. Taking her for granted had been a mistake.
    He gestured to the waiter for a menu.
    ‘How did it go, then?’ she said.
    ‘How did what go?’ he evaded.
    ‘The charity ball?’ she said. ‘No-expenses-spared Mayfair hotel, wasn’t it? Who did you take?’
    ‘Eloise,’ he said shortly.
    She had to bring it up, didn’t she? When what he’d really like would be to erase the entire evening from history.
    ‘Which one’s that?’
    She cranked her hand in a come-on gesture and looked at him expectantly until he elaborated.
    ‘She’s a leg