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dog.”

      “Caesar is a very good dog,” he said mildly. “But let’s be honest, shall we? We both know you’re not going back to California, not with all the sharks in the water. You wanted to get away. You have. No one will bother you here.”

      “Except you.”

      “Except me,” he agreed. “But I’m a very easy sort of person to get along with—”

      I snorted in disbelief.

      “—and in a few months, after I can run again, perhaps you’ll have figured out what you truly want to do with your life. You can leave Penryth Hall with enough money to do whatever you want. Go back to university. Build your physical therapy business. Even audition.” He shook his head. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

      “You just want me to stay.”

      “Yes.”

      Helplessly, I shook my head. “I’m starting to think I might be better off just staying away from people.”

      His eyes glittered in the firelight. “I understand. Better than you might think.”

      I tried to smile. “Somehow I doubt a man like you spends much time alone.”

      He looked away. “There are all kinds of alone.” He set his jaw. “Stay. We can be alone together,” he said gruffly. “Help each other.”

      It was tempting. What was my alternative? And yet...

      I licked my lips, coming closer to his chair near the fire. “Tell me more about your injury.”

      His handsome face shuttered as he drew back.

      “Didn’t the agency explain?” he said shortly. “Car crash.”

      “They said you broke your left ankle, your right arm and two ribs.” I looked over his body slowly. “And also dislocated your shoulder, then managed to dislocate it again after you were home. Was it from physical therapy?”

      He made a one-shouldered gesture that would have been a shrug. “I was bored and decided to go for a swim in the ocean.”

      He could have died. “Are you crazy?”

      “I said I was bored. And possibly a little drunk.”

      “You are crazy,” I breathed. “No wonder you got in a car accident. Let me guess. You were street racing, like in the movies.”

      The air in the dark study turned so chilly, the air nearly crackled with frost. His hand gripped the armrest, then abruptly released it.

      “Got it in one,” he said coldly. “I raced my car straight into a Spanish fountain and flipped it four times down a mountain. Exactly like a movie. Complete with the villain carted off in an ambulance as all the good people celebrate and cheer.”

      His friendliness had evaporated for reasons I didn’t understand. Wondering what had really happened, I took a deep breath. “Too soon to joke about your accident, huh? Okay, got it.” I bit my lip. “What really happened? What caused it?”

      “I loved a woman,” he said flatly. Jaw tight, he looked away, staring out the window. It was leaded glass, small-paned and looked very old. The last bit of reddish sun was dying to the far west.

      “I find the topic boring.” He looked at me. “How about we agree to forget about the past—both of us?”

      It was the best plan I’d heard all day. “Deal.”

      “Jason Black sounds like an idiot in any case,” he muttered.

      The memory of Jason’s warm eyes, his lazy smile, his sweet, slow Texas drawl—Darlin’, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes—made pain slice through me like a blade. Folding my arms tightly over my heart, I glared at my new employer. “Don’t.”

      “So loyal,” he sighed. “Even after he slept with your stepsister. Such devotion.” Deliberately, he rested his eyes on his sheepdog, then turned back to me suggestively. I scowled.

      “How do I know you won’t toss me out tomorrow, for some trumped-up reason, like all the others?”

      “I’ll make you a promise.” His dark blue eyes met mine. “If you’ll make one to me.”

      As our eyes locked in the firelight, my whole body flashed hot, then cold. His deep, searing blue eyes made me feel strangely shivery. My gaze fell unwillingly to his mouth. His lips were sensual and wicked, even cruel.

      And just the fact that I noticed his lips was a very bad sign. Mrs. Warreldy-Gribbley definitely would not approve.

      Stay professional, she’d ordered in Chapter Six. Keep your heart distant when you’re physically close. Especially if your employer is handsome and young. Keep your touch impersonal and your voice cold. See him as a patient, as a collection of sinew and bone and spine, not as a man.

      Looking up, I said in a voice icy enough to flay the skin of a normal man, “You’re not flirting with me, are you, Mr. St. Cyr?”

      “Call me Edward.” His eyes gleamed. “And no. I wasn’t flirting with you, Diana.” His husky voice made my name sound like music. I tried not to watch the flick of his tongue on his sensual lips with each syllable. “What I want from you is far more important than sex.”

      It had been an insane thing to worry about anyway—as if a gorgeous, brooding tycoon like Edward St. Cyr would ever look twice at a girl like me! “Oh. Good. I mean... Good.”

      “I need you to heal me. Whenever I’m not working. Even if it takes twelve hours a day.”

      “Twelve?” I said dubiously. “Physical therapy isn’t an all-day kind of endeavor. We’d work together for an hour a day, maybe three at most. Not twelve...” I tilted my head. “What is your work?”

      “I’m CEO of a global financial firm based in London. I’m currently on leave but a sizeable amount of work from my home office is still required. I’ll need you available to me day or night, whenever I want you. I need you to be available for my therapy without question and without notice.”

      Dead silence followed, with only the crackling of the fire. Caesar the Sheepdog yawned.

      I stared at Edward. “It’s a completely unreasonable demand.”

      “Completely,” he agreed.

      “It would make me your virtual slave for months, possibly, at your beck and call, with no life of my own.”

      “Yes.”

      Considering the mess I’d made of my life myself, maybe that wouldn’t be all bad. I looked at his leg, propped up on the stool. “Will you quit on me when it gets difficult?”

      His shoulders stiffened. Putting his foot down on the floor, he used one hand to steady himself on the back of the chair, and slowly rose to his feet. He stood in front of me, and my head tilted back to look him in the eye. He was a foot taller. I felt how he towered over me, felt the power of his body like a broad shadow over my own.

      “Will you?” he said softly.

      I shook my head, looking away as I mumbled, “As long as you don’t flirt with me.”

      “You have nothing to fear. My taste doesn’t run to idealistic, frightened young virgins.”

      I whirled back to face him. “How did you—”

      “I know women.” His eyes were mocking as he looked down at me. He bared his teeth in a smile that glinted in the firelight. “I’ve had my share. One-night stands, weekend affairs—that is more my line. Sex without complications. That is how I play.”

      “Surely not since your accident—”

      “I had a woman here last night.” He gave his one-shouldered shrug. “An acquaintance of mine, a French lingerie model came down

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