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that serviced the hotel. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing more to say. Except goodbye. Forever.

      ‘Taxi?’ the doorman asked.

      ‘Please,’ Natalie answered.

      ‘We need to talk this through, Natalie,’ Damien murmured as the doorman moved forward to summon the first cab from the rank in the street below.

      ‘No point,’ she demurred.

      ‘You have some serious misconceptions...’

      ‘Mine have already been sorted out. Yours haven’t.’

      ‘Look at me!’ he commanded in exasperation.

      ‘I don’t want to.’

      She kept her gaze steadfastly locked on the taxi turning slowly up the duel driveway, taking the lane closest to the hotel entrance. She couldn’t bear to see that blaze of desire in Damien’s eyes again. It reduced her to nothing but another potential conquest.

      ‘I’ve a lot to say to you,’ he burst out.

      ‘I’ve heard enough.’

      ‘You can’t dismiss five years in five minutes and reduce it to nothing, Natalie.’

      ‘Watch me.’

      ‘Give me the chance to explain. You owe me that.’

      ‘I didn’t ask you for anything, Damien. You gave it.’

      ‘You accepted it.’

      ‘Call me stupid. I didn’t understand what my role was,’ she said bitterly. ‘I didn’t realise I was supposed to become another bed partner.’

      ‘You’re the woman I want in my life.’

      ‘For the present.’

      ‘Give it a chance.’

      ‘So you can play and lay while I have your children?’ She turned derisive eyes to his as the taxi halted in front of her. ‘No, thanks, Damien. I’ve been through that once. Perhaps the next woman you feed that line to will be more accommodating. Goodbye and good luck to you.’

      The passenger door of the taxi was held open for her by the hotel employee. She stepped forward and swung herself into the back seat.

      ‘Natalie...’

      She ignored the urgency in Damien’s voice, but she couldn’t ignore the strong bulk of his body.

      ‘I’m coming with you.’ His powerfully muscled thigh pressed against hers.

      She hastily scrambled to the other side of the seat. ‘No, you’re not,’ she protested.

      ‘Otherwise we will never see each other again.’

      ‘That’s what I want.’

      He closed the door. The inside of the car suddenly seemed filled with his presence. It pulsed with an energy that clutched at her heart and caused her senses to sharpen alarmingly.

      ‘It’s over!’ she cried, feverishly desperate in her need to convince him.

      ‘It never started,’ he replied, a rough edge of passion in his voice.

      ‘It wasn’t meant to be.’

      He turned to her, his face stripped of any civilised veneer. Raw, jungle hunger leapt from his eyes and impaled her.

      ‘I won’t accept you judging me by your experience with Brett.’

      Her mind swam with the realisation that she had underestimated Damien. She shouldn’t have likened him to Brett. He was as dark in nature as Brett was bright. Dark and deep and intense, and with all his unleashed energy, indefinably dangerous.

      For years she had wondered what went on inside him. What restraints he had...and, if all his secret longings were bared, what would a woman experience? The thought had intrigued her. She was getting more than a glimpse of the answer now, and it both fascinated and frightened her. She saw a primitive male hunter, relentless in his determination to track down his quarry, unstoppable.

      She shivered. ‘I don’t want you, Damien. I don’t want you.’ She heard the wary, almost excited note in her voice, and didn’t care as long as he got the message.

      ‘What would happen if I took you in my arms, Natalie?’ His eyes burned down to the agitated rise and fall of her breasts as she took quick breaths to calm her pulse-rate. ‘If I were to kiss and caress you...’

      ‘Stop it! I won’t listen! Go away!’

      But the images evoked did have an insidiously seductive power. Damien might be the hunter, but as a woman she knew if she tossed over the traces, threw everything upon the wind...anything and everything was possible. There had been solitary, vulnerable moments when she had fantasised... Damien wild, irrepressible, adoring her, approving of her, being proud of her. They had been some kind of solace at the time when Brett was entertaining himself with some other woman.

      She had sternly repressed such wicked thoughts. That they should focus on her husband’s best friend made them even more reprehensible. They were not fitting for a married woman who considered herself moral and decent. It dragged her down to Brett’s level. Natalie had been ashamed of herself that they had occurred at all.

      Now Damien wanted to do what she had forbidden herself to think about. More. Natalie felt there was some key to her mind and heart and body, and if some man was to unlatch the lock... Brett had had the key for a while but he had thrown it away.

      Damien probably had the key, too, but it would not last. The experience would be wild and wonderful and dangerous, and in the end, as with Brett, would cost her too much. She had to stop this now, not let Damien tempt her into something she knew would lead to more hurt and disillusionment. Men didn’t seem to understand how it was for a woman: the giving of more than her body.

      She felt for the handle of the passenger door on her side. If Damien wouldn’t get out of the taxi...

      ‘You’ve always avoided touching me, Natalie,’ he said softly, suggestively.

      ‘You avoided it, too,’ she flung at him.

      ‘We didn’t dare touch one another for fear of what would follow,’ he taunted her.

      ‘I feel the same way now.’

      ‘I don’t.’

      There was too much truth in what Damien was suggesting. Natalie felt an urgent need to escape from it. She found the handle, lifted it, and flung the door open. Before Damien could stop her she leapt out of the taxi, plunging away from him.

      She heard the shout, ignored it. The screech of tyres gripping the road surface in protest she didn’t ignore. She didn’t see the car in the other lane. She didn’t feel it hit her, and she didn’t feel any pain. Violet, purple and red colours merged momentarily on her retina. She felt an impact. Then nothing, nothing at all.

      CHAPTER THREE

      NATALIE’S mind was definitely fuzzy. She had the sense of being disembodied. She was in a bed. It wasn’t her own bed. How she knew she wasn’t quite sure, but she knew.

      She tried to reason out where she was and why. Nothing surfaced. Her memory seemed to have disintegrated into a jigsaw where the pieces needed to be sorted out. She gave up the effort. The thought came to her she should open her eyes and look.

      She did so with some trepidation. It was a hospital bed. Tubes looped to her arm. She shut her eyes again. She’d seen enough to identify where she was. It was an intensive care unit.

      Someone was talking nearby.

      ‘...severe concussion. Brains are a bit scrambled at the present moment. Nothing broken. Nothing that won’t heal properly.’

      It was an affable voice,

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