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another,’ he offered in that chocolate coated baritone. ‘Thanks for helping her out.’
    Millie shook his hand as if awestruck. Millie blushed, caught Charlotte’s eye and blushed some more.
    ‘How long are you planning on staying angry with him?’ Millie asked her.
    ‘A while,’ said Charlotte.
    ‘Good luck with that.’ Millie slid another helpless smile in Greyson’s direction. ‘I’m so glad you weren’t eaten by marauding tribesmen,’ she told him. ‘Did you manage to prevent the village daughters from being kidnapped as well?’
    Grey blinked. A muscle ticced beside his mouth. ‘Yes,’ he said finally.
    ‘Hard to stay angry with a hero,’ said Millie.
    ‘Oh, it’s not that hard,’ said Charlotte.
    Stifling a grin, Millie left.
    Charlotte shut the door in Millie’s wake, took a steadying breath, and turned to face the man currently dominating her office space. His charming friendly smile had disappeared. The formidable Greyson Tyler had returned and he seemed out of sorts.
    ‘I think that went well, don’t you?’ she said lightly.
    ‘You told them I’d been
eaten?
By
cannibals
?’
    ‘Not
you,’
she said soothingly. ‘Gil. And of course nothing was ever
certain.’
    ‘And they
believed
you?’
    ‘It happens,’ said Charlotte.
    ‘Sixty years ago. Maybe.’
    ‘What’s a few decades? Besides, it’s a moot point. You’re back, alive and kicking and about to become my ex-fiancé. You need to embrace the bigger picture here.’
    ‘I’ll refrain from mentioning what I think you need,’ he said.
    ‘Greyson, all is well. Your work here is done and I do sincerely thank you for it,’ she said earnestly. ‘I’m still prepared to attend this barbecue with you but if you’d rather not … If you’ve decided you no longer need a fictional fiancée, or that I’m too irresponsible and that no one’s going to believe we’re an item anyway, it doesn’t have to happen. Your call.’
    Greyson’s gaze grew intent. Whatever other flaws he had, there was no denying that the man could focus intently on something when he wanted to. ‘You welshing on me, Greenstone? I come through for you and you don’t reciprocate? Is that how you repay your debts?’
    ‘I didn’t say that,’ she said evenly, never mind the erratic beating of her heart. ‘I’m simply giving you the opportunity to reconsider your options. Fictional fiancés are more trouble thanthey’re worth—trust me on this. I’m doing you a favour by pointing this out.’
    ‘You’re very kind,’ he said smoothly. ‘I propose an experiment. Something that lets me decide if bringing you along to meet the family is going to work.’ He drew closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat in that big lean body of his. Close enough for her to catch the scent of him. Tantalisingly male, undeniably appealing. And then there was his mouth. Such a tempting mouth.
    ‘Kiss me,’ he murmured, and her eyes flew to his.
    ‘Excuse me?’
    ‘That’s the experiment,’ he said. ‘If there’s no chemistry we’re square. Finished.’ His lips moved closer. ‘Through.’ Greyson’s lips brushed hers, and Charlotte drew a ragged breath. ‘No barbecue.’ And then his lips were on hers, warm and coaxing, not demanding, not yet.
    Teasing, those lips of his.
    Practised, the hand that came up to cradle her skull and position her for deeper invasion, only he didn’t invade, not yet.
    Torture first.
    Slow, savouring torture as his tongue traced her lips, only to withdraw once she’d parted them for him. His lips playing at the edge of her upper lip now while she gasped for breathand clutched at his forearms for balance, only to have his skin beneath her palms play havoc with those senses too.
    His eyes stayed open, observing, always observing, coolly watching her come apart beneath his ministrations.
    And then he closed his eyes, slid his mouth over hers and simply took.
    He wasn’t supposed to devour her, thought Grey with what little