Wedding-Night Baby. KIM LAWRENCE

if I’m conscious,’ she said feelingly.

      ‘I think that’s called tempting fate, Georgie.’ He drawled the hated appellation with deliberate relish. ‘Or should I revert to Miss Campion now my role as official escort is over?’

      ‘You could revert to silence,’ she suggested, eyeing her tall, elegant companion with grim dislike.

      ‘Feeling hung-over, are we?’

      ‘I don’t suppose you drank anything?’ she snapped sarcastically.

      ‘Nothing alcoholic,’ he agreed. ‘After long-haul flying that would have been a mistake. You’re one of my first...’ he raised his eyes and she saw he looked peculiarly amused ‘...assignments since I arrived.’

      ‘I thought you’d be one of those macho types convinced their iron constitution can withstand anything. Or are you a fitness freak?’

      ‘You’re smarting, but don’t take your frustrations out on me. I’m not renowned for being the suffer-in-silence type.’

      She gave a loud sniff. ‘I can imagine what you’re renowned for,’ she snapped nastily.

      He caught hold of her arm as she stalked past him. ‘And what would that be?’ he enquired silkily.