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      The horror in Logan’s eyes that last time they’d been together when she’d cut her head on the too-sharp table leg. The trembling in his hands, the fear and self-loathing in his eyes. He’d taken her to the hospital and by the time they’d arrived Logan had pulled himself together, standing silent and sombre by her side until the nurses had asked him to wait outside.

      ‘There’s no problem here,’ she’d told concerned nurses firmly. ‘None.’

      But they’d given her a business card and on it had been a number to call and she’d shoved it in her handbag rather than argue with them any more.

      Logan had taken her home and she’d known something was wrong but she hadn’t been able to reach him. ‘Logan, it was an accident,’ she’d told him as he’d walked her to her door. ‘You know that, right?’ And she’d thought he was going to reach for her then and make everything all right, only he’d shoved his hands in his pockets instead and nodded and looked away.

      Last words she’d ever said to him, because the following day Logan Black was gone from her life as if he’d never existed.

      ‘God,’ she whispered.

      And then Max’s hands were circling her wrists and he was crouching before her and pulling her hands away from her face. ‘Hey,’ he said gently. ‘Drama queen. Don’t go to pieces on me now. We can fix this.’

       ‘How?’

      ‘We just have to know what everybody’s intentions are, that’s all. Yours. Mine. Logan’s. Because I’ll stand aside if I have to, Evie, but only if there’s a damn good reason for doing so.’

      ‘That I slept with your brother isn’t good enough?’

      ‘Well, it’s not ideal …’ Droll, this fake fiancé of hers, when he wanted to be. ‘But I’ve got fifty million good reasons to get over it. Question is, can you and Logan? You need to talk to him, Evie.’

      ‘We just did. You were there. It didn’t go well.’

      ‘You need to talk to him again. In private. Minus the element of surprise.’

      ‘I really don’t.’

      ‘How else are you going to know if you’re over him?’

      ‘I’m over him.’

      ‘Yeah. And he’s over you. That’s why he’s downstairs mainlining Scotch and you’re up here falling apart.’

      ‘He’s mainlining what?’

      ‘Says the voice of disinterest. Corner him after lunch. Let him corner you.’

      ‘He thinks we’re getting married, Max. He’s not going to come anywhere near me.’

      ‘I think you might be underestimating the effect you have on him, Evie. Besides, he knows this is a marriage of convenience.’

      ‘He what?’ Evie was having trouble keeping up with who knew what. ‘How?’

      ‘I may have mentioned it. Before he mentioned knowing you. He was concerned for me. Or possibly for you. Not sure which. He asked me straight whether our marriage was to be one of convenience.’

      ‘You told him? What happened to the game plan? The “I want to pretend it’s real in front of my family” plan?’

      Max had the grace to look discomfited. ‘Couldn’t do it,’ he said finally.

      ‘You are the worst. Liar. Ever.’

      ‘Yes, well, now we know that.’ Max was getting surly, a sure sign that he’d been caught wrong-footed. ‘Look, I’ll go and beard my mother, tell her what’s going on. But you have to talk to Logan and find out what he wants. What you want. See if you can imagine him as your brother-in-law.’

      She really couldn’t.

      ‘Just talk to the man, Evie.’

      ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Okay. But if I need saving, you’d better come save me.’

      ‘I will.’

      ‘And I’m still your business partner.’

      ‘I know.’ Max eyed her steadily. ‘That’s not up for renegotiation, regardless of what happens with the engagement.’

      ‘You hold that thought,’ Evie said doggedly. ‘No matter what Logan tells you, you hold that thought.’

      CHAPTER TWO

      EVIE came back downstairs five minutes later, hoping to find everyone already gathered for lunch, but there was only Logan, with his back towards her as he stared out at the garden beyond. Evie paused in the doorway, not ready for this confrontation, dead scared of this particular ghost, but he turned and there was nothing for it but to take a breath, straighten her shoulders and move forward. ‘Where are the others?’

      ‘Down in the cellar, choosing a bottle of wine,’ said Logan. ‘They were discussing the merits of marriages of convenience along the way. They could be a while.’

      ‘Oh.’ Happy conversations all round. And where to begin with Logan? ‘I knew Max had a brother called Logan,’ she said awkwardly. ‘I didn’t know it was you.’

      ‘Fair enough. Now you do.’

      His voice. How could she have forgotten that voice?

      ‘What do you want from me, Logan?’

      ‘You,’ he said, and Evie’s breath hitched. ‘Gone.’

      ‘We leave on Sunday.’

      ‘From my life.’

      ‘As far as I can be.’

      ‘It won’t be far enough, Angie. Not if you marry my brother. Not if you stay in business with him.’

      ‘I’m not Angie,’ she said with quiet firmness as thick black lashes came down to shield Logan’s eyes. ‘I grew up after you left me. I finished my studies and went to work on site in the construction business. I learned how to stand my ground. People call me Evie now. Evangeline when they’re cross.’

      ‘And is my brother cross with you, Evangeline?’ Logan’s black gaze swept up and over her, searing her. Lingering just a little too long on her hairline and the fringe that hid the faintest trace of an old, old scar.

      ‘It’s hard to say. What do you want from me, Logan? You didn’t have to tell Max you’d bedded me. It’s been ten years. More. Why didn’t you leave that memory in the past where it belongs?’

      He didn’t answer her, just moved towards the drinks sideboard and poured clear liquid from a jug into two highball glasses. ‘It’s just water,’ he said. ‘Want one?’

      ‘Thank you.’

      So he picked them up and came over to her, and wasn’t that a bad idea? Because now she could smell him and it was a scent that had haunted her, and now she could see the faint stubble on his jaw and the fine lines etched into his face. Older now, and wiser. Less inclined towards a smile.

      He had a heartbreaker’s smile when he chose to use it.

      He held the glass out towards her and she stared at it and the strong, long fingers that held it. Go find out what he wants, had been Max’s directive. Find out what you want.

      So she reached for the water and deliberately brushed her fingers against Logan’s in search of the fire that had once poured over her at his touch.

      And came away scalded.

      One sip of cool water and then another as she held Logan’s gaze and fought that feeling of helplessness.

      ‘The trouble with memories like ours,’ he said roughly, ‘is that you

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