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She even agreed with him a lot of the time.

      But to always feel that way... That was a very lonely way to live. Far lonelier even than hers.

      She shook her head and prepared to inch out of his arms without waking him.

      ‘Where are you going?’ he asked, tightening his hold on her without opening his eyes.

      ‘I thought you were asleep.’

      ‘I was acting.’ His eyes opened and he blinked lazily. ‘You okay?’

      ‘Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?’

      ‘Last night was...intense.’

      That was one word for it. Eloise had never experienced anything like it—not the exchange of confidences, or the sex. Everything seemed to be on a higher level with Noah, seemed to strip another layer of her defences away.

      ‘It was,’ she admitted. ‘I feel...naked, I guess.’

      Noah smirked. ‘You kind of are.’ Hauling her closer, he angled himself above her again, but there was something different in his passion in the morning light. A desperation she hadn’t seen in his eyes before.

      ‘I’m not going to tell anyone, you know,’ she said before he could kiss her.

      ‘I know.’ His mouth tightened a little and she stretched up to kiss it lightly.

      ‘I want to keep this a secret too, remember.’ The last thing she needed was Melissa finding out her latest scandalous story.

      Noah frowned. ‘Why is that again? Usually I have to stop women shouting from the rooftops after they’ve slept with me.’

      ‘Really?’ Eloise raised her eyebrows and he smiled, the emotions of the night before clearly fading again as he returned to his usual laughing self.

      ‘Well, stop them going to the papers and telling all, anyway. So, why don’t you want anyone to know? Is it Melissa?’

      ‘Partly,’ Eloise said. How could she put it in a way that wouldn’t offend him? ‘But it’s more than that. I don’t want to be another one of your women, with everyone talking about me—and pitying me once you walk away. We both know you’re leaving at the end of the week. We have a built-in time limit.’

      ‘I suppose,’ Noah said slowly. ‘I’m not sure I like being your dirty little secret, though.’

      She laughed. ‘Who said anything about dirty?’

      ‘I was here last night, remember?’ He waggled his eyebrows at her.

      ‘Besides, you’re the one who said you wanted a private fling,’ Eloise reminded him. ‘No strings, no catches—and no gossip.’

      ‘So I’m getting exactly what I want from the situation,’ Noah said. ‘But what about you?’

      ‘I’m doing okay,’ she said, but it was already too late. Noah slid down her body, covering her with kisses and, just for a moment, Eloise let herself imagine having this, having him for longer than a week.

      But that way madness lay.

      ‘So, other than magnificent sex,’ Noah said between kisses, ‘what’s in it for you?’

      Eloise considered, but it was hard to think with his mouth against her skin. ‘I like how I feel when I’m with you. Who I am when I’m with you.’

      ‘Yeah?’ Noah stilled, resting his head against her hip.

      ‘Yeah.’ How could she explain it without adding to his ego? ‘I couldn’t have done anything like performing on the stage at the Frost Fair without you there, telling me it would be fun. Maybe a few more days with you will give me the confidence I need to move on in my life. Get out of my rut.’ Maybe chase the dreams she’d long given up on—her own business, getting away from this place, finding her own success. Maybe even finding a man she could love, who would stay, and want her for who she was. She didn’t mention that part, though. Not as Noah began kissing her stomach again.

      She wasn’t thinking about any man but him for the time being.

      * * *

      By the time Eloise emerged from the pleasurable haze Noah had put her in, the sun was fully up and she was in danger of running late.

      ‘Maybe tonight we can do this in my room,’ Noah said as he kissed her goodbye at the door. ‘Try out the four-poster.’

      Eloise grinned. ‘Maybe. Now go! We need to be downstairs for the wedding party photo shoot and interviews in half an hour.’ She pushed him out of the door and he headed off down the corridor, whistling. ‘And remember...’

      ‘Nobody knows,’ he said, turning and walking backwards. Then he blew her a kiss and she shook her head.

      Maybe trusting Noah with a secret relationship was expecting too much from him. As much as he said he wanted it kept between them too, to help convince that director, she wasn’t sure he was actually capable of being discreet. But the thought of being in his bed tonight...that was too good to give up. She’d just have to hope he could act discreet, just for a few days.

      Then he’d be gone. But Eloise wasn’t thinking about that.

      Instead, as she headed towards her bathroom, she thought that if only she’d known this was going to happen from the start, the bedroom crisis she’d faced on arrival day could have been solved an awful lot more easily.

      Thirty minutes later, Eloise hurried from the lift into the lobby. Most of the wedding guests were already milling around, ready to go out on the local tours Laurel had arranged for them while the wedding party were busy with the photographer and the journalist from the celebrity magazine covering the wedding.

      ‘You look nice,’ Laurel said as she approached, clipboard in hand, from the reception desk. ‘Kind of...glowy.’

      ‘Thanks.’ Eloise tried not to blush.

      She might have spent just a little more time than normal on her hair and make-up that morning, and put a bit more effort into her choice of suit—a deep charcoal skirt and jacket with a silky cream blouse and high heels. Even though the magazine people would be providing outfits for the photo shoot, and doing her hair and make-up, Eloise had felt like making the effort.

      After all, trying to match up to the kind of good looks parading around Morwen Hall at the moment was a full-time job. Nothing to do with the gorgeous guy who’d just spent the night in her bed. Probably.

      Oh, who was she trying to kid? She wanted to look nice for her boyfriend. That was what Melissa and the other girls would have chanted, back when they were pre-teens at school. But Noah wasn’t her boyfriend. And he wasn’t sticking around. Two more days and it would all be over, so there was to be absolutely no falling for the guy.

      He’d just stay her own delicious little secret.

      Well, not so little, actually.

      ‘Are you okay?’ Laurel asked, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. ‘You’re turning red.’

      ‘Fine. Just fine.’ Eloise willed her skin colour to return to normal.

      ‘Well, good. Because Dan and I are off to supervise the coach tours, so you’re on your own with Bridezilla today.’ Across the lobby, Eloise saw Dan watching, waiting for Laurel, as if he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Obviously a man besotted. Good. Whatever concerns she’d had when she’d first seen them together must just have been nerves—coming out as a couple could do that, she supposed.

      Something else she and Noah wouldn’t have to worry about. Nobody would ever know about them.

      ‘You’re not staying for the photo shoot?’ Eloise asked.

      Laurel shook her head. ‘One of the advantages of not actually being part of the wedding party. We are surplus to requirements this morning. Plus we’ll probably have a lot more fun

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