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in full-on flight-or-fight mode and I know it.
    ‘What are you doing?’ I plead.
    ‘It’s an intervention,’ Clive calls back.
    An intervention?  A bloody intervention?  Has the world gone mad?  I’m starting to shake now, furious at the interference.
    ‘Let me out,’ I shout.  ‘I’m perfectly capable of making my own mistakes, thank you very much.  I don’t need your help.’
    ‘No!’ Lucy shouts back.  ‘Sometimes, drastic actions are called for.’
    ‘If this is your stupid fucking idea of how to get me back with Dan, you can take a fucking hike.’
    ‘It’s not my idea,’ Lucy shouts.  ‘And it’s not Clive’s either.’  She pauses before she springs the next surprise on me.  ‘It’s Dan’s.’
    Dan’s idea?  How can it be Dan’s idea?
    ‘Shit.’  I’ve been a complete idiot.
    ‘And if you don’t like it,’ Lucy goes on, ‘you can tell him yourself.’
    ‘What?’
    I stare at the door, somehow knowing what I’m about to hear.
    ‘He’s in there with you.’
    ‘Shit,’ I breathe.  ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.’
    This is a trap.
    And I’ve walked right into it.
     
     

Chapter Four
    I hold my breath as I turn.  Don’t ask me how I already know he’s close by.  I just do.  And sure enough, there he is, right in front of me, wearing faded jeans that hang loosely from his hips and a white T-shirt.  In an instant, I register it all: the ruffled blond hair, the perfect face, the soft lips, the glimmer in those bright blue eyes.  With his hands in his pockets, he stares at me, all mean and hot and moody.  And it hits me immediately: the full-on Daniel Foster effect.  It’s like standing in the path of a freight train and watching a beautiful sunrise and launching into a bungee jump, all rolled into one.  I freeze, shortly before I gasp, and then the adrenalin takes effect.  My stomach goes into a spin, my heart beat triples and all manner of sensations kick off between my legs.  I curse my body to hell and back.  I might have decided to get this man out of my life, but Jesus, he still manages to set off the sex fairy.  And dear Lord, don’t let him come anywhere near me because if he does, I’ll be half way to oblivion.
    He takes a step forwards and I flinch.
    ‘You took your time,’ he murmurs.
    The first words he ever spoke in my presence, on my very first day at Fosters.  All part of the evil plan, I’m sure, to remind me of where we started.  But I’m not playing his game.  Oh no.  In fact, I’m going to scupper it.  And bearing that in mind, I’d better come up with something pithy and intelligent in return.  I scramble through my head for something fitting.  Finding nothing, I opt for the easiest route.
    ‘Piss off.’
    ‘You know …’  His lips curl upwards.  ‘You don’t have to swear like a builder.’
    And that sets me off.
    ‘Really?  I’d say I’ve got every right to be swearing like a builder.  What the fuck’s going on?’  I wince at my own foul mouth.  Making a mental note to cut back on the cursing, I fold my arms and squeeze my legs together.  I’m going to get through this in one, unsweary, respectable piece if it kills me.
    ‘Isn’t it obvious?’  He gives me a classic Daniel Foster eyebrow arch.
    ‘Of course it’s fucking obvious.’  Damn it.  So, I’m not doing too well on the swearing front, but never mind.  ‘Open this door.’
    He tilts his head to one side, ever so slightly.  ‘I can’t.’
    Seriously?
    ‘Yes you can.  Just get the fucking key.’
    He shrugs dismissively and walks over to the fridge.  And I can’t help myself.  In amongst all the anger and confusion, there’s a distinct ground-swell of lust.  I take a second or two to take in his sexy backside and his even more sexy walk before I give myself a quick mental slap.  No, no, no.  Don’t get sucked in by all that again.  Firm buttocks should be the last thing on your mind right now, woman.
    ‘I don’t have the