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from equally huge windows. Gone was the dormitory with its rows of sardine-packed beds—and in its place was a tranquil bedroom, decorated entirely in white. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and the bed in which she was lying was covered with crisp and deliciously clean linen.

      Roxy stared up at the Duke’s striking aristocratic features, her heart pounding with confusion. ‘Where am I?’ she demanded.

      ‘In my London home.’

      ‘How did I get here?’ she questioned, her voice rising on a slight note of hysteria.

      ‘You don’t remember?’

      ‘If I remembered, then I wouldn’t be asking, would I?’

      Titus felt his mouth harden. Ungrateful little witch. He should have left her in the hostel where he’d found her! ‘I brought you here,’ he said flatly. ‘You’ve been ill.’

      Roxy slumped back against the billowy bank of pillows. Illness would explain this strangely weak and woozy feeling—but it didn’t explain why Titus Alexander was standing next to the bed and glowering down at her. She stared at him suspiciously. ‘What do you mean—you brought me here?’

      ‘I mean,’ said Titus, with a growing feeling of impatience that he should have to explain himself to her after all he’d done, ‘that I went to the hostel where you were staying, to give you some letters which had been delivered for you. And that’s when I found you delirious with fever and looking quite shockingly ill—with no proper medical care or attention. So I put you in my car and brought you back here.’

      She blinked at him as more fragments of memory began to piece themselves together in her mind. She remembered feeling icy cold, but her body being drenched with sweat. At one point, her teeth had been chattering so loudly that she’d been afraid she might shatter them. There had been wild voices shouting out all around her—or had one of those voices been hers? And then someone picking her up. Someone very strong. She vaguely remembered slumping against a rock-hard chest as she’d been carried out of that scary place and put into a car. Her eyes narrowed as she met the Duke’s cool expression.

      ‘It was you. You rescued me,’ she said slowly.

      Titus gave a cynical laugh, because the last thing he needed was for her to start building schoolgirlish fantasies about an episode he would rather hadn’t happened. ‘I felt duty-bound to get you out since I felt partially responsible for you being there,’ he growled. ‘Though, of course, if you hadn’t made such a complete mess of your life—then you wouldn’t have been there in the first place. So I brought you back here and had my friend Guy Chambers look you over—’

      ‘Look me over?’ she breathed. ‘What do you mean, look me over?’

      ‘He’s a doctor,’ he answered as he read the suspicious look in her eyes. ‘Not some kind of voyeur. He diagnosed you with pneumonia, he prescribed antibiotics and rest—and that’s what you’ve been getting ever since.’

      But she must have been getting more than rest, mustn’t she? Her hair and body felt scented and clean and...Roxy placed her hand over her racing heart, only to encounter the slippery feel of silk against her fingers. Pulling the sheet away by a fraction, she stared down at the apricot sheen of a nightdress which must have cost a fortune. She could feel the delicate fabric brushing against her bare knees and the deep scoop of its low-cut back and she clutched onto the sheet as she looked at him with renewed suspicion.

      ‘What am I wearing?’ she demanded.

      ‘What does it look like?’ he growled, furious with his body’s instant reaction to the provocative outline of her breasts.

      ‘But I didn’t arrive with a silk nightdress! I don’t even possess a silk nightdress. Whose is it?’

      ‘It’s yours now. I had someone from the store deliver a few, the morning after you arrived—since you seemed to have only one of your own, which, frankly, was well past its sell-by date. And I decided that clothing you was better than seeing you naked, every time I walked past.’

      ‘You mean you...you stripped me off and dressed me?’ she demanded, her heart beginning a ragged thunder.

      Titus gave a short laugh. ‘Actually, I employed a nurse to do that. I haven’t quite reached the point of dragging sick women back to my house so that I can have my wicked way with them.’ He paused as he flicked his eyes over her. ‘Added to which, I’m afraid that you’re just not my type.’

      Roxy’s face didn’t betray any kind of reaction, but stupidly his remark hurt. It was bad enough being made to feel like a complete waif and stray without it being implied that you were hideously unattractive. Anyway, it was obvious what sort of woman he would go for. A starchy aristocrat like Titus Alexander would be attracted to someone like Annabella, her ex-next-door neighbour, with her perfect pedigree and clothes which always looked like an upmarket uniform.

      ‘Well, you’re not my type either,’ she said defensively, putting her hand over her mouth as she began to cough.

      ‘Really? I’m crushed!’

      ‘I don’t go for toffee-nosed, stuck-up aristocrats who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth!’

      ‘I suppose the fact that I’m single must also be a bit of a barrier,’ he offered sarcastically. ‘Because you seem to like the buzz of the forbidden. I can’t think what else attracted you to my father’s accountant. Was it just the cheap rent which won you over, or did his large beer-gut play a part in luring you into his bed?’

      ‘I didn’t go to bed with Martin Murray!’ she snapped, but the effort of having a row with him was too much and she slumped back against the pillows to see him watching her from between narrowed eyes. ‘How long have I been here?’

      ‘Five days.’

      Five days? Roxy’s feeling of disorientation increased and it wasn’t helped by her sudden acknowledgement of how long it had been since she’d been alone in a bedroom with a man. And the even more unwanted acknowledgement of just how sexy a man he was. His soft, dark sweater sleeves were rolled up to reveal hair-roughened arms and his jeans were close-fitting and faded. Effortlessly, they emphasised the narrow jut of his hips and the taut definition of his powerful legs. How weird it was to think that this man was actually a Duke when he looked more like some pin-up of a rock-star. ‘That’s a long time,’ she observed, her skin prickling with unwanted awareness.

      Tell me about it, Titus thought grimly. Five days of trying not to focus on that amazing body which had clung to him as he’d carried her inside on that frosty night. Or to remember the brief glimpse of her cherry-tipped nipples when she’d torn her nightdress off in the middle of her delirium. It had been that fever-fuelled gesture which had made him instantly decide that he needed a nurse there.

      He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fact that her hair was tumbling over her narrow shoulders or that those cherry nipples were now outlined by the silk of her nightgown. He shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like to explore all that soft and silken skin. She was trouble in every sense of the word and the thing he needed to do now was to get her out of here and out of his life. Only this time, for good.

      ‘So how are you feeling?’ he forced himself to ask.

      Roxy gave a shrug, knowing that he wasn’t interested in hearing her worries about what had been happening work-wise during the five days she’d been out of it. Or her concerns about what the cleaning agency would make of her unplanned absence. Her inbuilt survival system took over and she even managed a watery smile. ‘Hungry.’

      ‘Good.’ He nodded, as if that was the first sensible word she’d uttered. ‘So why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you some breakfast?’

      Roxy nodded, hearing the note of closure in his voice. No doubt he would send her on her way after a hearty breakfast. A last meal for the condemned woman. ‘Okay.’

      ‘You’ll find your clothes in the wardrobe over there,’ he said abruptly,

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