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lag,’ he muttered. ‘Knocked me for six.’

      ‘Ah. I did wonder. I thought you might be deliberately avoiding the party.’

      ‘Why would I do that?’

      ‘You hate them.’

      That was true, but, ‘This isn’t a party,’ he said. ‘This is work.’

      ‘Try telling that to our guests.’

      Leo swapped his empty glass for a full one, took a long gulp and forced himself to focus. ‘How’s it going?’ he asked, his gaze drifting over the throngs of people all drinking and eating and full of the Christmas spirit he found so hard to muster up while he identified staff members, clients, architects, planning officers and financiers among the guests, and resolutely did not look for a certain slim, strawberry blonde event organiser.

      ‘Pretty good so far.’ Jake helped himself to something that looked like a mini Yorkshire pudding. ‘Thanks to Abby,’ he added. ‘Whom you’ve met, I gather.’

      ‘I have,’ said Leo, annoyed with himself for being tempted to seek her out when she shouldn’t even be crossing his mind, and then thinking that actually ‘met’ wasn’t quite the word he’d have used. Insulted. That was probably an appropriate one. Or offended. That would work equally well.

      ‘What did you think of her?’

      He thought she was gorgeous. Sexy. Very very beddable. ‘I didn’t think anything of her, particularly,’ he said, his voice not betraying a hint of the lie. ‘Why?’

      Jake wiped his fingers on a napkin and grinned. ‘Just wondering.’

      ‘What do you think of her?’ asked Leo before he could stop himself.

      ‘She’s great. Extremely capable. Has a knack for knowing exactly what’s needed, a talent for solving problems with the minimum amount of fuss and a rare ability to stick to the budget. Plus, she’s single and incredibly hot.’

      Leo felt his jaw tighten for a second but channelled nonchalance he really didn’t feel and said, as if he couldn’t give a toss, ‘Is she? I hadn’t noticed.’ Which was another lie because like hell he hadn’t.

      Jake grinned. ‘No, well, you wouldn’t, would you? A dozen naked women could parade right in front of you and you’d be oblivious.’

      ‘I prefer subtlety.’

      ‘As I don’t, I might ask her for a dance later.’

      ‘Go for it,’ said Leo, just about managing not to grit his teeth.

      ‘Although I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she said no.’

      ‘Why?’

      When Jake didn’t immediately answer, Leo glanced over to find his brother looking at him questioningly. ‘What the hell happened up there?’

      Hmm.

      Leo picked up a tiny blini topped with sour cream and caviar and ate it slowly, largely to give himself time to work out how he was going to respond, because wasn’t that the question of the night? And one to which there was no answer, because for one thing he still hadn’t entirely worked it out, and for another, hell would freeze over before he shared the details of the misunderstanding that made him look like such a complete and utter fool with anyone, least of all his no-holds-barred brother.

      ‘What do you mean, what happened up there?’ he said evenly, deciding that bluffing was the only way through this. ‘Nothing happened up there.’

      ‘Right,’ said Jake, clearly not believing him for a second. ‘Then why did Abby come down looking like thunder?’

      Leo shrugged and kept his eyes on the party. ‘No idea,’ he said and took another gulp of champagne.

      ‘What did you do?’

      ‘Why would you think I did anything?’

      ‘It’s that time of year. Makes you morose. Edgy. Unpredictable. But more than that, she was fine when I asked her to go up and find you.’

      ‘Maybe she had a call. Maybe something’s gone wrong with the catering. Who knows?’

      There was a pause and Leo glanced at Jake to find him looking back shrewdly. ‘I think I might have some idea.’

      Leo went still, his fingers tightening around the stem of his glass as his pulse sped up. Had Abby said something? Given Jake a minute-by-minute account of what had happened? And were there perhaps ramifications to what he’d done? Hadn’t people been sued for less?

      ‘Really?’ he said, hedging his bets but bracing himself for the worst.

      Jake nodded. ‘Yup. She’s a perfectionist. She doesn’t like things to go wrong.’

      ‘No, well, what event planner would?’

      ‘So perhaps finding you passed out after a drinking session piqued her sense of responsibility and orderliness.’

      Leo frowned and wondered if his brain was still on go-slow because what on earth was Jake on about? What drinking session? ‘Passed out?’ he echoed.

      ‘That was her guess.’

      ‘It was the wrong one.’

      ‘You should have mentioned the jet lag,’ said Jake dryly. ‘Then she might have been a little less disapproving.’

      ‘I doubt it,’ said Leo, wishing that his state of sobriety had been the only misunderstanding of the night.

      ‘Why, what else happened?’ said Jake, and Leo mentally kicked himself for forgetting that while his brother sometimes came across as being so laid-back he was horizontal, he also had a sky-high IQ and an irritating talent for zooming in on things that one might prefer to be glossed over.

      ‘There may have been a slight misunderstanding,’ he said, resigning himself to the knowledge that he was going to have to divulge at least something of the events of half an hour ago because Jake could be surprisingly tenacious when the mood took him.

      ‘What kind of misunderstanding?’

      ‘Nothing important, and it was cleared up.’

      ‘Did it involve me?’

      ‘Why would you think it involved you?’

      ‘Because when she was telling me you were on your way down she kept giving me the filthiest looks. It made me want to ditch the champagne and break into the bottle of single malt I was planning on giving to you.’

      Leo went still. ‘Single malt?’

      ‘To drown your woes and cheer you up. The present I was talking about to get you through Christmas.’

      ‘That was the present?’

      ‘Of course. What else would I have meant?’

      What else indeed? Damn. He really had got things wrong. Badly badly wrong.

      ‘Are you all right?’

      Leo snapped back to find his brother watching him closely. ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

      ‘You’ve gone pale and you’re frowning.’

      ‘I’m fine.’ Or he would be once he’d come to terms with the realisation that for the first time in years he’d abandoned logic, reason and self-control, and had basically totally lost his mind.

      What the hell was wrong with him this evening? he wondered for what felt like the hundredth time. Was it really merely jet lag and the time of year? Or was he coming down with something? Something he’d picked up on his travels maybe?

      More to the point, why was Jake looking at him like that?

      ‘Oh, my God,’ said his brother, his jaw dropping as his expression turned

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