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about where she came into all this.

      ‘Yes, you know…relationship coaching.’

      Tyler couldn’t quite hide his distaste of the term, although Mary wasn’t sure whether it was relationship or coaching that was the problem for him. There was a very slight tinge of colour along his cheekbones and he looked faintly uncomfortable.

      Mary’s interest sharpened. The Tyler Wattses of this world would normally only discuss emotions if they were listed on the stock exchange, so it must be costing him a lot to even mention the word relationship, let alone with the implication that he needed some help on that front. Men like Tyler Watts didn’t do asking for help any more than they did talking about their feelings. Things must be pretty bad.

      She had only ever thought of Tyler as an employer, but of course he was a man too. And not an unattractive one, Mary had to admit. He projected such a forceful personality that it was hard to get past that and look at him properly, but if that cold blue stare didn’t have you trapped like a rabbit stuck in headlights, it was possible to see that he had a face that was dark and strong rather than handsome.

      The fierce brows, jutting nose and forceful jaw were familiar, of course, but she had never noticed his mouth before, she realised. It was rather a nice mouth too, now she came to look at it. They might be set in a stern line right now, but his lips looked cool and firm, and it would be interesting to see what they would be like if he smiled.

      Or feel like if he kissed.

      Sucking in an involuntary breath at the thought, Mary caught herself up sharply and stamped down firmly on the little tingle that was shivering its way down her spine.

      What was she thinking of? This was Tyler Watts, of all people. He was a hard man, and she didn’t envy the woman he was planning on marrying. It would be like cuddling up to a lump of granite.

      On the other hand, she would know what it was like to kiss him.

      Enough. Mary pulled her wayward thoughts sternly to order.

      ‘Relationship coaching isn’t really my field,’ she said carefully. ‘If you’re having problems with your fiancée, there are plenty of organisations that offer counselling and will be able to help you. I could put you in touch with them, if you like.’

      ‘I don’t need counselling,’ said Tyler, outraged at the very idea. This was all proving much more difficult to explain than he had anticipated. ‘I haven’t got any problems. I haven’t!’ he insisted crossly when Mary just looked at him.

      ‘What does your fiancée think?’ she asked.

      ‘I haven’t got a fiancée, that’s the point,’ he snapped, goaded by the needle in her voice.

      ‘But you said you wanted to get married,’ said Mary, puzzled.

      ‘I do.’

      ‘Then who do you want to marry?’

      ‘Anyone—anyone except you,’ he added hastily.

      ‘Anyone?’

      ‘Well, not anyone,’ Tyler amended. ‘Obviously I’d want my wife to be beautiful and intelligent and sophisticated, but the point is, I don’t have anyone particular in mind yet.’

      Incredible. He actually meant it, thought Mary. It was an oddly old-fashioned attitude for a man who had built this extraordinary twenty-first century building, but there wasn’t so much as a glimmer of laughter in his voice, and she could only conclude that he was serious. Anyone would think he was some stiff-necked earl planning a marriage of convenience in a Regency romance.

      ‘I’m sorry, but I still don’t see where I come in,’ she told him, looking around for somewhere to put her empty glass.

      Tyler raked a hand through his hair in frustration. ‘Look, finding a woman isn’t a problem,’ he said with unconscious arrogance.

      Mary would have loved to have contradicted him, but she was afraid it was all too true. Tyler was in his early forties and had built his company up from nothing to be listed in the top hundred in the country. He was extremely wealthy, undoubtedly intelligent, apparently straight and even attractive if you liked the ruthless, hard-bitten type—and let’s face it, lots of women did, even when the toughness wasn’t accompanied by loads of dosh.

      No, Mary could see that acquiring a girlfriend wouldn’t be too difficult for Tyler.

      ‘Then what is the problem?’

      ‘Keeping her,’ he said. ‘I want to get married, but my relationships aren’t lasting long enough to get engaged.’

      ‘Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet,’ Mary suggested mildly, but he dismissed that idea.

      ‘It’s not that. No, there’ve been several suitable women, but I’m doing something wrong. That’s where you come in.’

      ‘I don’t see how,’ said Mary frankly.

      ‘You said that you ran coaching courses where you helped people identify and achieve their goals.’

      ‘Well, yes, but in a work context,’ she said. ‘I help people with their careers, not their love lives.’

      Tyler brushed the distinction aside. ‘It’s the same process, surely? I’ve identified my goal—to get married. I need you to help me with my strategy.’

      ‘Relationships aren’t like business plans,’ said Mary. ‘You can’t have a strategy for emotions!’

      ‘Everything’s a strategy,’ said Tyler. He dug his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders. ‘I’m obviously getting something wrong,’ he conceded. ‘You work out what that is and tell me what I should be doing instead. I apply what I’ve learnt to my next relationship, the relationship works, I get married and achieve my goal. That’s strategy.’

      Mary sighed. ‘I can tell you now what you’re getting wrong,’ she said. ‘Your attitude.’

      ‘What’s wrong with my attitude?’

      ‘Relationships just don’t work like that. I can understand wanting to get married, but first of all you need to fall in love and that’s not something you can plan for. You can’t predict when you’re going to meet the right person. It’s not like interviewing for a job, you know. Falling in love isn’t about mugging up a few notes, drawing up a list of criteria and finding someone who more or less fits your requirements!’

      That was exactly what Tyler had planned to do. ‘I think you’re over-romanticising,’ he said stiffly. ‘The goal here is to get married. It’s not about falling in love.’

      ‘But if you want to get married, that’s exactly what it should be about,’ said Mary, appalled.

      ‘You don’t really believe that love is the only reason people get married, do you?’ he asked, raising his brows superciliously, and Mary lifted her chin.

      ‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I do!’

      ‘You’re a romantic.’ He didn’t make it sound like a compliment. ‘My own view of the world is a little more practical…perhaps realistic would be a better word,’ he added after a moment’s consideration.

      ‘I’m prepared to accept that some people do indeed get married because they’re in love, whatever that means,’ he went on, putting sneery quotation marks around the words, ‘but you’re a fool if you think it’s the only reason, or the only good reason. There are plenty of equally valid reasons to marry.’

      ‘Like what?’ she demanded, profoundly unconvinced.

      ‘Like security…stability…comfort…fear of loneliness…financial incentives…status…convenience…’

      ‘Oh, please!’ Mary rolled her eyes. ‘Marriages of convenience went out centuries ago!’

      ‘I disagree,’ said Tyler.

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