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rapid escape would be a problem.

      In the cold light of day he was even more alarming than he had appeared the evening before. She could now see his face clearly—the harshly chiselled features, the intense darkness of his eyes, the aggressive line of his jaw. He walked with the confidence of a jungle animal, prowling its patch, and stopped on the way to her desk to say something to one of the people in the library.

      For someone who had only just arrived on the scene he certainly had established himself, Sophie thought cynically. She assumed it was all that charm and good looks. Alan had had a similar effect on people. He had lived his life creating an outward impression, delighting in the adulation of people who only saw the smooth, easy charm and were ignorant of what lay beneath it.

      She looked at him critically as he neared the desk, and remained silent as he finally arrived and stood on the opposite side of the counter.

      ‘I’m back,’ he said, as though she couldn’t see that for herself.

      ‘So I see.’

      ‘And has this bright, freezing day improved your temper?’ He looked at her, and even though he was only looking at her face Sophie had the unnerving impression that he was also taking in everything else about her—her body, her clothes, the way she was standing.

      He couldn’t fail to be disappointed if what he’d had in mind had been a bemused country bumpkin eligible for chatting up. Her skirt was long, almost down to her ankles, in sobering black and grey, her tights were thick and her jumper revealed absolutely nothing of what lay underneath it. She had tied her hair back into a long, French plait and was wearing so little make-up that she might well have not bothered.

      ‘I take it that you’ve returned for your book on the wildly exciting history of Ashdown?’ She pointed to a section of the library just behind her and to the left. ‘You might find something there.’

      ‘Care to show me?’ He wasn’t smiling but she got the feeling that somewhere inside he was. Cool, urbane, amused by someone, she supposed, whom he considered quaintly lacking in social graces.

      ‘I’m afraid I can’t leave my post. I can get Claire to show you.’

      ‘You’re right. You can hardly wriggle out of your box for five minutes just in case there’s a stampede of people, wanting to take books out.’

      ‘That’s right,’ Sophie said coolly, not bothering to rise to the bait. She knew that she was being ungracious but she had unpleasant memories of men of his ilk, and if he didn’t care for her attitude then that was tough.

      ‘Why don’t we get Claire to man your post? Where is she?’

      ‘Oh, all right,’ Sophie told him. She lifted the flap of the counter and slipped out. ‘If you’d care to follow me?’ she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. Before he could reply she headed towards the local section of the library, stopping in front of the one shelf, which she pointed out to him.

      ‘I’m afraid that’s it,’ she said. ‘Your best bet is…this one.’ She flicked out a wafer-thin book, which she handed to him, and he obediently looked at it, turning it over in his hands.

      ‘Fine.’ He smiled at her and she grimaced politely in return.

      ‘Like I told you yesterday, Mr Wallace, if you want any detailed information it’s probably a good idea to chat to a few of the local residents.’ Not, she thought, that you probably haven’t already. Judging from what she had heard thus far, he was well on his way to having a bigger social life than she had, and she had been born and bred in Ashdown.

      ‘What about you?’ he asked, when she was safely back behind the counter and dealing with his membership of the library.

      ‘What about me?’ Sophie asked, looking up vaguely at him.

      ‘Why,’ he continued patiently, ‘don’t you have lunch with me now and you can tell me all about your charming little village?’

      ‘Sorry,’ Sophie said immediately, ‘I can’t.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Because I work through lunch.’

      He looked around him, as though mystified by that statement. ‘Why?’

      ‘Because…because…’ She sighed heavily and folded her arms. The library was hardly the centre of a buzzing metropolis. Right now there were five people there, if you discounted a handful of pre-school children who were regulars at the library and were generally accompanied by their harassed mothers.

      Usually Sophie took over when they came, reading books to the kids and teaching them the rudiments of the alphabet. She enjoyed it and it left their mums time to choose books without the stress of their children in their wake. But none of this necessitated working through lunch, she thought, following his train of thought.

      ‘Because,’ she said, ‘I just do.’ When he continued to look at her without comment she said irritably, ‘Well, all right. I don’t work through lunch, but I stay here and eat my sandwich and read.’ She threw him a challenging look, which appeared not to rattle him in the slightest.

      ‘Anyway,’ she carried on, ‘I’m surprised that you have time to have lunch here. Shouldn’t you be at your office in London? Working all the hours under the sun? Building your empires?’

      ‘Everyone needs a break from empire-building,’ he said, and the corners of his mouth twitched as though he was holding back a hearty laugh.

      ‘I didn’t think I’d said anything funny, Mr Wallace.’

      ‘Please stop calling me Mr Wallace. Not even my bank manager calls me that.’

      Probably, she thought, because he wants to bend over backwards to be chummy just in case you decide to take your valuable business elsewhere. Alan had had a similar effect on people. They had always pandered to his need to be admired. Instinctively she scowled, remembering her naïveté at the beginning of their relationship when her head had been somewhere in the clouds and she had thought that her personality had drawn him to her.

      Before she’d realised that all he’d wanted had been something strikingly ornamental to have draped on his arm. It made her hair curl now to think of how she had been so malleable. She had allowed him to dress her precisely as he had wanted—in dresses that she had found too revealing and shoes which had made her feel like a giant next to most of the other women with whom she had come into contact.

      ‘I’ve lost you,’ Gregory said, leaning against the counter with one hand tucked into his trouser pocket.

      ‘What?’ Sophie returned from her pilgrimage into the past and refocused on the man standing in front of her. She wished obscurely that she had never come into contact with him, then she reminded herself that she was being foolish because she hardly knew him and it was impossible for a complete stranger to have any sort of impact on her carefully regulated life. Still, it would help if he didn’t exude quite such powerful charisma.

      ‘You were a million miles away just then.’

      ‘Here you are.’ She ignored his remark and handed him his membership card, which he took and tucked away in his wallet.

      ‘So, now we’ve established that you needn’t stay here for lunch, will you accept my invitation?’

      She heard the magnetic, charming persuasiveness in his voice with a vague sensation of terror.

      ‘No.’

      He shook his head and gave her an impatient, perplexed look.

      ‘When do I need to get this book back to you?’ he asked, straightening and standing back from the counter.

      ‘Within two weeks or else I’m afraid I’ll have to apply a fine.’

      ‘Which is?’

      ‘I can’t remember. Everyone returns their books long before they become overdue.’

      ‘How

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