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‘Why would it bother me?’‘Well.’ She spread her hands. ‘I’ll be working quite closely with Lochlan on the investment side. I’ll be seeing him daily. Some women might find that… uncomfortable.’‘Lochlan sees dozens of people every day. Hundreds, sometimes. I don’t keep a roster.’Jaclyn laughed airily. ‘No, of course not. I just wanted to make sure there was no misunderstanding between us. No hard feelings.’‘No hard feelings at all.’‘Good. I’m so glad we had this little chat. Now I really must dash. I need to pick up a dress from Seraphina Volant, then get my hair done for tonight. And then I have to run and collect Lochlan’s suit.’‘Lochlan has a suit,’ I said. ‘He has closets full of them.’‘Oh, yes, but tonight’s benefit attendees are more of an artistic crowd. They’d expect something less business-y and more… whimsical.’ She smiled. ‘I found the most wonderful velvet jacket for him. Deep aubergine, very slim cut. He’ll look absolutely devastating.’‘I’m sure he will.’‘Well, must

His breath caught.I felt his throat move against my mouth as he swallowed.‘Is that a yes or no?’ I asked.He found my mouth with his. His hands slid into my hair, angling my head back, and he kissed me like he was trying to devour me.It was desperate and demanding and so utterly unlike his usual careful restraint that I nearly forgot to kiss him back.He broke the kiss just long enough to scoop me into his arms, rising from the sofa with a steadiness that belied his earlier stumble.I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me to the bedroom, to the bathroom, to the vast glass shower cubicle that I usually reserved for solo, utilitarian purposes.The water came on, hot and abundant, cascading from the enormous rainfall showerhead.Steam billowed up around us, fogging the glass, filling the space with warm, scented vapour.His jacket was the first casualty, discarded on the bathroom floor.His shirt followed, then my clothes, then everything else, until we were pressed toge

The woman pulled her close, and Janine buried her face against her shoulder, sobbing in great, heaving gasps.I said quietly, ‘I think Miss Lockwood is in shock. She may need a doctor.’The woman’s head snapped up. Her eyes met mine, and the look in them made me want to slowly back away. Or reach for a heavy club.Then, without a word, she turned and guided Janine away, her arm wrapped protectively around the girl’s shaking shoulders.Jaclyn exhaled shakily beside me. ‘That,’ she said, ‘was Gloria Lockwood.’I turned to her. ‘You know her?’‘She used to be friends with Jennifer. Lochlan’s mother.’ Jaclyn was still pale, her hand pressed to her chest as if checking her own heartbeat. ‘I saw her at parties when I was a child. But she and Aunt Jennifer seem to have drifted apart over the years. I don’t see her at Hastings events anymore.’‘I see.’Jaclyn’s eyes were still fixed on the spot where Gloria had vanished. ‘She’s not someone I’d want to be on the wrong side of.’‘Why not?’‘Ther

Portia’s place was a mess.Coffee table buried under takeaway containers. Clothes strewn haphazardly on sofa and chairs. Rose bushes dying of thirst.I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.By the time Portia walked through the door, I’d made dinner, resurrected the roses, and restored the living room to something approaching human habitation.She took one look at the scene and clutched her chest. ‘I could totally marry you. Forget men. This is true love.’I pointed her towards the bathroom. ‘Wash up. Dinner’s ready.’She emerged five minutes later and fell upon the pasta.‘All right,’ she said finally, pointing her fork in my direction. ‘Spill. What’s going on? Did you and Lochlan have a fight?’‘No. Must I have a fight before I can come here?’‘No. But your face says something’s up.’‘We don’t fight.’ I pushed a piece of chicken around my plate. ‘He’s not really the fighting type.’‘So what’s the problem then?’‘The problem is that there isn’t one.’ I set my fork down. ‘He’s perfect,

I started. ‘What?! Are you okay? Did you call the police?’‘I’m fine. Didn’t call the police.’‘Why not?’‘Well, turns out it wasn’t really an intruder.’‘What?’‘It was the delivery guy.’I eyed Portia.She shrugged sheepishly. ‘I was jumpy, okay? I had Josh install a security camera over the front door last night before I dared sleep. Soraya Warren really gives me the creeps. I remember how she looked standing in that orchard, looking into that pit… we should’ve had Nicky Forrester stab her then!’‘Don’t be silly,’ I said. ‘If she came back to kill, you wouldn’t be her first target.’Portia frowned. ‘Just because it won’t be me but my friend and her boyfriend, does that mean I shouldn’t worry? I’m more worried now, thanks very much!’Declan, who was driving, spoke from the front. ‘You needn’t be. Mr Hastings has roughly locked down Soraya’s likely direction of flight. It’s only a matter of time before the police pick her up.’‘I sure hope so,’ Portia muttered.The car drove for nearl