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it was in such a good cause. I found it impossible to resist.’ He drank some of his own coffee. ‘Don’t you like dancing?’

      ‘I don’t think it likes me,’ she said ruefully. ‘I have this tendency to stand on peoples’ feet, and no natural rhythm.’

      ‘I doubt that.’ Rome leaned back in his chair, the blue eyes faintly mocking. ‘I think you just haven’t found the right partner.’

      There was a brief, seething silence, and Cory’s skin prickled as if someone’s fingertips had brushed softly across her pulse-points.

      She hurried into speech. ‘Talking of coincidences, what are you doing here?’

      ‘I came to look over the facilities.’

      ‘You live in the area?’ The question escaped before she could prevent it.

      ‘I plan to.’ He smiled at her. ‘I hope that won’t be a problem for you.’

      Cory stiffened. ‘Why should it?’

      ‘My appearance seems to have a dire effect on you.’

      ‘Nothing of the kind,’ she returned with studied coolness. ‘Don’t read too much into a moment’s clumsiness. I’m famous for it. And London’s a big place,’ she added. ‘We’re unlikely to meet again.’

      ‘On the contrary,’ he said softly. ‘We’re bound to have at least one more encounter. Don’t you know that everything happens in threes?’

      Cory said shortly, ‘Well, I’m not superstitious.’ And crossed her fingers under cover of the table. She hesitated. ‘Are you planning to take out a membership here?’

      ‘I haven’t decided yet.’ His blue gaze flickered over her again. ‘Although, admittedly, it seems to have everything I want.’

      ‘And separate days for men and women,’ Cory commented pointedly, aware that her mouth had gone suddenly dry.

      ‘Except for weekends, when families are encouraged to use the place.’ His tone was silky.

      Cory played with the spoon in her saucer. ‘And is that what you plan to do? Bring your family?’

      His brows lifted. ‘One day, perhaps,’ he drawled. ‘When I have a family.’ He paused again. ‘I’m Rome d’Angelo, but perhaps you know that already,’ he added casually.

      Cory choked over a mouthful of coffee, and put her cup down with something of a slam.

      ‘Isn’t that rather an arrogant assumption?’ she demanded with hauteur.

      He grinned at her, unabashed. ‘And isn’t that a defence rather than a reply?’

      ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Cory said, feeling one of those hated blushes beginning to warm her face. Oh, no, she appealed silently. Please, no.

      He said, ‘Now it’s your turn.’

      ‘To do what?’ Fall over again, send the table crashing, spill my coffee everywhere?

      ‘To tell me your name.’

      She said with sudden crispness, ‘I’m grateful for your help, Mr d’Angelo, but that doesn’t make us friends.’

      ‘I’d settle for acquaintances?’ he suggested.

      ‘Not even that.’ Cory shook her head with determination. ‘Ships that pass in the night.’

      ‘But we didn’t pass. We collided.’ He leaned forward suddenly, and, in spite of herself, Cory flinched. ‘Tell me something,’ he invited huskily. ‘If I’d come down to the ballroom last night, and asked you to dance—what would you have said?’

      She didn’t look at him, but stared down at the table as, for a few seconds, her mind ran wild with speculation, dangerous fantasies jostling her like last night’s dreams.

      Then she forced a shrug, only to wish she hadn’t as her bruises kicked back. ‘How about, “Thank you—but I’m here with someone.”?’

      Rome’s mouth twisted. ‘He seemed to be doing a great job.’

      ‘That’s none of your business,’ Cory fought back. ‘Will you please accept, Mr d’Angelo, that I don’t need a saviour, or a Prince Charming either.’

      ‘And your circle of friends is complete, too.’ He was smiling faintly, but those incredible eyes glinted with challenge. ‘So what is left, I wonder? Which of your needs is not being catered for?’

      Cory’s face was burning again, but with anger rather than embarrassment. She said, ‘My life is perfectly satisfactory, thank you.’

      He was unperturbed by the snap in her voice. ‘No room for improvement anywhere?’

      ‘I have simple tastes.’

      ‘Yet you wear Christian Dior,’ he said. ‘You’re more complicated than you think.’

      Suddenly breathless, Cory reached down for her tote bag, jerking it towards her. Then rose. ‘Thanks for the coffee,’ she said. ‘And for the character analysis. I hope you don’t do it for a living. Goodbye, Mr d’Angelo.’

      He got to his feet, too. His smile held real charm. ‘Until next time—Miss Grant.’

      She’d almost reached the door when she realised what he’d said, and swung round, lips parting in a gasp of angry disbelief.

      But Rome d’Angelo wasn’t there. He must have used the exit that led straight to the street, she realised in frustration.

      Her mouth tightened. So, he liked to play games. Well, she had no intention of joining in—or of rising to any more of his bait.

      But at the same time she found herself wondering how he’d found out her name. And what else he might know about her.

      And realised that the swift shiver curling down her spine was only half fear. And that the other half was excitement.

      ‘You’ve met her? You’ve talked to her?’ Matt Sansom’s laugh rasped down the telephone line. ‘You don’t waste much time, boy.’

      ‘I don’t have a lot of time to waste,’ Rome reminded him levelly. ‘I have a life to get back to, and work to do.’ He paused. ‘But believe this. She isn’t going to be any kind of push-over.’

      ‘That’s your problem,’ his grandfather snapped. ‘Failure doesn’t enter the equation. What woman can resist being swept off her feet?’

      In spite of himself, Rome felt his mouth curve into a reluctant grin as he remembered angry hazel eyes sparking defiance at him from the floor. Remembered, too, how slight she’d felt as he’d lifted her. Felt a small sensuous twist of need uncoil inside him as he recalled her pale skin, so clear and translucent that he’d imagined he could see the throb of the pulse in her throat as he’d held her. As he’d breathed the cool sophisticated fragrance that the heat of her body had released.

      ‘This one could be the exception,’ he drawled. ‘But I’ve always preferred a challenge.’

      ‘So when will you see her again?’ Matt demanded eagerly.

      Rome smiled thinly. ‘I’ll give her a couple of days. I need the time to find an apartment—establish a base.’

      ‘I’ve told Capital Estates to prepare a list of suitable properties,’ Matt barked. ‘They’re waiting for your call. And don’t stint yourself. You need a background that says money.’

      And he rang off.

      Rome switched off his mobile and tossed it on to the bed, frowning slightly.

      Well, he was committed now, and there was no turning back, he thought without pleasure. But Montedoro was all that mattered. All that could be allowed to matter.

      And

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