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sent heat flooding through her, reaching places that hadn’t tingled in quite that way for a very long time. Jerking her gaze away from his, she took a long glug from the water bottle, aware that her cheeks were burning.

      Well, she would be hot, wouldn’t she? She had just climbed a huge hill.

      CHAPTER THREE

      SHE hoped that was the reason, anyway.

      There wasn’t much point in finding man like Campbell Sanderson attractive, she reminded herself glumly. He was out of her league.

      Friends would be furious if they knew she was thinking like that. Cleo was always urging her to forget Olivier and boost her ego with a quick fling. ‘You need to feel good about yourself again,’ she would insist to Tilly. ‘You don’t need to fall in love again just yet. You just need some fun. Find someone attractive and have a good time for a while. Think of it as a transitional relationship.’

      The idea sounded good in principle but, as Tilly had discovered, it was a lot harder to put into practice. Even if her confidence had been up to it, attractive single men were in short supply inAllerby.

      Anyway, Campbell wouldn’t be single, she decided. He must be in his late thirties, and even SAS types surely fell prey to a committed relationship of some kind somewhere along the line. He had probably been snapped up by someone slender and beautiful and—even worse—really nice long ago.

      There was no sign of a wedding ring, of course, but macho men like him wouldn’t wear anything that remotely smacked of jewellery. So he might be married.

      Or he might not.

      Studying him covertly, Tilly drank some more water and wondered if she could ask him outright. It might seem a bit obvious, especially when they were going to be sleeping together in a tiny tent.

      Sleeping together. Hmm. What was that going to be like?

      Cleo would have told her to make the most of the opportunity but, like all of Cleo’s ideas, that was easier said than done. Tilly only had to look at Campbell to know that he certainly wasn’t fizzing with anticipation at the thought of sleeping close to her. He probably hadn’t given the issue of sleeping arrangements a moment’s thought.

      He wouldn’t care what happened as long as he won this stupid race.

      Tilly sighed inwardly. That was just her luck. She had finally stumbled across an attractive man only to discover that, even given the remote off-chance that he might be available, he was far too competitive to let himself be distracted by the possibilities of a man and a woman in a small tent.

      Look at him now—totally focused, glancing at his watch, determined to keep her moving.

      ‘Let’s get going,’ he said.

      Tilly groaned but hauled herself obediently to her feet. ‘How much further is it?’

      ‘We could do another three hours at least.’

      ‘I’m not sure my feet will last that long,’ she said, wincing as she wriggled her toes in her boots.

      ‘Mind over matter,’ said Campbell briskly. He threw his pack on to his back and adjusted the straps with deft movements. ‘The trick is to keep thinking about something else.’

      ‘Like what?’

      ‘Like what you’d really like to find at the top of the next hill.’

      ‘That’s easy,’ said Tilly, securing her own pack into place and trudging after him. ‘Can you please make sure there’s a fabulous bathroom, with a deep, scented bath piled high with bubbles? I’d like candles and a glass of champagne waiting for me on the edge of the bath…oh, and a little plate of nibbles, too. Smoked salmon, probably,’ she added reflectively. ‘Or nuts? No, smoked salmon,’ she decided. ‘Little roulades stuffed with prawn mousse and soft cheese.’

      ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ said Campbell in a dry voice.

      He was taken aback by how vividly he could picture Tilly sinking into the water with a sigh of pleasure. Her skin would be pink and pearly and wet, her hair clinging in damp tendrils around her face, her breasts rising out of the bubbles as she tipped back her head and dropped smoked salmon into that lush mouth…

      Campbell had to give himself a mental shake, and he picked up his stride. He felt almost embarrassed, as if someone had caught him peeking round the bathroom door.

      Tilly was still fantasising. ‘While you’re at it, can you arrange for a wonderful meal to be cooking so that the smell comes wafting up the stairs? No niminy piminy nouvelle cuisine, though, not after the day I’ve had. I want something hot and tasty. It doesn’t have to be fancy.’

      ‘A roast?’ Campbell suggested, drawn back into the scene she was creating in spite of himself.

      ‘Yes, a roast would be very acceptable, especially if you can lay on all the trimmings, too. Or a really good casserole with creamy mashed potatoes.’ Tilly was beginning to salivate now. She could practically taste that first mouthful. ‘Or—I know!—steak and kidney pudding…mmm, yum, yum… Even a—’

      Glancing at Campbell just then and catching his fascinated gaze, she broke off. ‘What—you don’t have fantasies?’

      ‘Not about food.’

      ‘What do you fantasise about then?’ she demanded grouchily, embarrassed at having revealed quite how greedy she was. Why couldn’t she be the kind of girl who hankered after a green salad or a mug of nice herbal tea?

      Campbell lifted an eyebrow in response, and she tutted. ‘Not that kind of fantasy,’ she scolded as if he had spoken, although actually she wouldn’t have minded knowing that at all. ‘A fantasy you can share with a nice girl like me!’

      ‘I’m not sure any of my fantasies are suitable for nice girls.’

      There was just the faintest thread of amusement in his voice and Tilly was sure that he was mocking her.

      ‘All right, imagine being really relaxed,’ she challenged him.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Just do it,’ she insisted. ‘Close your eyes—or, on second thoughts, you’d better not, you might trip—and picture yourself happy.’

      Campbell sighed and prepared to indulge her. At least it might stop her whingeing about her feet for a while longer. He thought for a moment.

      ‘OK.’

      ‘Have you an image of yourself relaxed and happy?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Where are you?’

      Tilly hoped that he wasn’t going to say that he was in bed. That would make it very hard to concentrate. She waited for him to say standing on top of a mountain or skiing down a black run.

      ‘I’m sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the fire.’

      It was so unexpected that she actually gaped at him. Sitting? Wasn’t that a bit tame for a man like Campbell?

      ‘What are you doing?’

      ‘Reading.’

      The defensive note in his voice made Tilly grin. ‘You make it sound like you’re confessing a dirty secret! What are you reading? Nothing illegal or immoral, I hope.’

      ‘Roman military history.’

      Campbell practically bit out the words, and this time Tilly really did laugh.

      He scowled at her. ‘What’s so funny?’

      ‘I’m sorry. It was just so unexpected,’ she tried to explain.

      ‘What, marines aren’t allowed to read?’

      ‘It’s not that. It’s just that you seem such a macho action man that it’s hard to

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