His Christmas Virgin. Carole Mortimer

them Jonas had had every intention of refusing Mac’s invitation to lunch, and he wasn’t at all happy with the fact that, between them, Yvonne and Mac seemed to have arranged for him to have lunch at Luciano’s at one o’clock today.

      Mac gave an unconcerned grin, two unexpected dimples appearing in her cheeks. ‘That usually takes a little longer than five minutes, hmm?’

      ‘Precisely,’ he growled.

      She raised dark, mocking brows. ‘Perhaps she just has a crush on you?’

      An irritated scowl darkened Jonas’s brow. ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’

      Mac gave an unconcerned shrug. ‘She seems—less than happy at the thought of the two of us having lunch together.’

      ‘Will you just go away and leave me in peace, Mac?’ Once again Jonas moved to sit behind his imposing desk in obvious dismissal. ‘I’ll see you later,’ he added pointedly as Mac made no move to respond to his less-than-subtle hint.