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chuckled softly. ‘I thought not. I shouldn’t be long. Help yourself to a drink from the mini-bar while you’re waiting.’

      ‘OK, darling,’ the woman accepted lightly. ‘But don’t be too long; I’m longing for my dinner,’ she added with husky persuasion.

      Well, at least they were still going to dinner! For a few moments there Ellie had had a terrible feeling that she might have landed herself in a worse position than she had originally thought she had. What if Daniel Thackery had brought that woman back here to— to—? There was no way Ellie could have stayed hidden in the wardrobe with that going on in the bedroom!

      He was fully inside the bedroom now, closing the door behind him to walk over and sit on the side of the bed, his back towards Ellie, his shoulders broad in the black evening jacket, that overlong dark hair brushed over his collar.

      If Ellie could have stopped shaking long enough she might have been able to appreciate—in an abstract way, of course—that Daniel Thackery was a very attractive-looking individual. But as it was taking all her energy to stop her teeth from chattering too loudly with fear of discovery all she knew at the moment was that he was in the room—and she wished he weren’t!

      Especially as she could now see what she had come looking for. His briefcase. Standing neatly beside the bedside table. All she wanted was one brief little glimpse inside there, to see if what she suspected was true.

      Beth had an altogether different reason for wanting to know what Daniel Thackery was doing here—an emotional reason—and it had been because of that very emotion that Ellie hadn’t thought Beth the right person to come up here. Now that this had happened she was more than a little relieved that Beth hadn’t been the one; much as she loved her younger sister, she knew Beth would have given herself away. And then God knew what would have happened! It would—

      ‘Hello, Angela,’ Daniel Thackery drawled as his call was answered, turning to lean back against the headboard, swinging his legs up onto the bed.

      With his shoes still on, Ellie noted. Really, some people had no respect for other people’s property. This might be a hotel, but even so...

      ‘Yes, of course I’m back in England,’ he answered drily now. ‘I’m well aware the wedding is next week. No, you don’t need to send me an invitation.’ His expression hardened along with his voice. ‘As one of the key participants, I think I’m well aware of the time of the wedding and exactly where it is! Just organise everything with your usual efficiency, Angela, and trust that I will be there, at your side, at the right time.’

      The man was getting married next week! Ellie gave an alarmed glance towards the closed bedroom door. ‘Darling’ was in the other room, waiting for this man to take her out to dinner—and God knew what afterwards—and he was in here on the telephone talking to his fiancée about their wedding next week! And he didn’t exactly sound thrilled at the prospect either. Not that Ellie was so surprised by his attitude; it fitted in with what she already thought of him. She detested men like this—men who thought—

      ‘OK, fine.’ He sighed heavily now. ‘I’m sorry too. I agree, this attitude is nonproductive for everyone involved. Yes, Angela, I love you too. Take care. And I’ll see you next week.’ He put down the receiver on conclusion of the call, then put his folded arms behind his head, his eyes narrowed, his expression enigmatic, obviously deep in thought—until a sudden sneeze, quickly followed by another one, had him sitting up on the side of the bed again, his expression now one of deep irritation.

      Ellie was glad of the diversion—couldn’t quite believe the telephone conversation she had just overheard. Daniel Thackery wasn’t even going to bother seeing his fiancée until the wedding next week. What sort of—?

      Her attention shifted back to him as he slowly stood up, her restricted view still only allowing her to see up as high as his waist. He just stood there, making no effort to leave the room. Why didn’t he move? Leave the bedroom. The hotel suite. The hotel!

      She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that he was finally moving—that relief quickly followed by dismay as she saw him bend down to pick up the briefcase before crossing the room. That must be the reason she hadn’t seen the briefcase earlier; he must have taken it out with him, and now he was taking it out with him again. Damn! He—

      Her breath caught in her throat once again as he came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room, turning slightly before taking a step towards the wardrobe. Oh, God, no. He had left something in his suit earlier when he’d changed. And now he was going to open the wardrobe door, find her here—and all hell was going to break loose!

      ‘Darling?’ A knock on the bedroom door accompanied the woman’s call. ‘We’re going to be terribly late if we don’t go down now.’

      ‘I’ll be right with you,’ Daniel Thackery called back.

      Ellie could almost feel the warmth of his breath through the slats of the door as he stood so close to her now. Her own breathing seemed to have stopped seconds ago and not resumed. She could see his hand now, a long, slender hand, the nails clipped short, reaching out towards the wardrobe door. Oh, God, he was going to open it!

      What was she going to do? What was she going to say to him? Would she need to do or say anything? The chances were he would take one look at her and call the management. And she was the management! When he finally called the police the only explanation she would be able to come up with would be that she had wanted to look inside this man’s briefcase—through his private and confidential papers. They would lock her up and throw away the key!

      This man was Daniel Thackery—an entrepreneur of world renown. She very much doubted that the police—or even Daniel Thackery himself—would believe that the only papers in his briefcase that she had any interest in were ones that might concern her family. If there were any such papers. Which she wasn’t convinced of at all.

      Beth had been the one to go into a panic when a secretary had telephoned the hotel a couple of days ago and booked a suite for Daniel Thackery for an unspecified length of time, claiming that it would all depend on ‘how long it takes him to conclude the business he has in the area’. Because Beth was convinced that part of that ’business’ was the acquisition of this hotel!

      Beth had met Daniel Thackery at her wedding to James just over a year ago—the other man was an old friend of James’s from their schooldays. And she remembered a conversation she had had with Daniel Thackery at the reception given downstairs in one of the function rooms about the hotel business, and how impressed he had been with the efficient running of their hotel, and how he’d said it was a business he was interested in getting into himself. And now, knowing that they’d overstretched themselves financially because of an extension to the hotel, and that they were actually in danger of losing the hotel altogether if they didn’t very quickly do something about it, Beth was convinced that Daniel Thackery, being the opportunist that he undoubtedly was, had come here to snap up their hotel.

      In itself Beth’s theory wasn’t too convincing as far as Ellie was concerned—their small, seventy-bedroom hotel was surely not in the league Daniel Thackery liked to play in. But aside from Beth’s argument that it wasn’t a business he knew, only one in which he wanted to get in on the ground floor, was the fact that James and Beth had separated a month ago and James was privy to the seriousness of their financial dilemma—information he could have passed on to his friend Daniel Thackery. Beth also had a second worry, Ellie knew, and that was that Daniel Thackery perhaps had some information concerning James’s possible divorce proceedings.

      Anyway, in the end Ellie had felt she had no choice but to come up to Daniel Thackery’s suite and at least make a token show to Beth of having a look around. Because if she hadn’t she knew Beth would have done it herself. And, considering Beth’s emotional state since her separation from James, that definitely was not a good idea in Ellie’s opinion. To Ellie’s mind, there was still hope for Beth and James to sort out their differences, and she certainly didn’t want her sister to add fuel to the fire by being caught spying on one of James’s friends.

      Although it

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