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Автор: Rebecca Winters
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
Жанр произведения: Короткие любовные романы
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isbn: 9781474077118
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persona that had attracted me before. Because now I knew that’s exactly what it was, just a persona.

      ‘Calum. If you recall, you were the only one hiding something and that was a pretty big something. You lied and made a fool out of me. What on earth possessed you to think that I would ever want to see you again?’

      He stepped forward and took my hand before I could move it. ‘Kate. You know we were good together. And now there’s nothing to stop us being together for real.’

      ‘I’ll have to disagree with you there.’ Michael’s soft lilt caused us both to turn. He smiled at me across my ex, whose face darkened.

      ‘Well, that didn’t take long.’ Calum’s mouth was almost a sneer as he looked back at me.

      ‘I’m not one to waste the chance at something amazing.’ Michael stepped closer, causing Calum to automatically back out of my personal space, allowing Michael to fill it instead.

      ‘Sorry to just appear.’ He smiled down at me. ‘Someone left the front door on the catch. That’s not exactly high security, you know.’

      I shrugged in a what-can-you-do manner.

      ‘You look stunning.’ His eyes met mine after a detour of skimming me and my outfit. ‘Are you ready?’

      I nodded, still taking in what I was seeing after some eye roving of my own. The unpleasant surprise of Calum turning up on my doorstep was obliterated by the incredibly pleasant surprise that stood before me now. I hadn’t thought that Michael could possibly get any better looking, but he had proved me wrong. His hair was now short and cropped, his face clean-shaven and he was dressed in one of the beautifully cut suits I’d seen hanging unloved in the wardrobe. A pure white shirt stood out against the charcoal grey of the fabric, with a silk tie in subtle versions of the suit’s colour to tone.

      I grabbed my clutch and wrap from the table by the door and closed the door behind me, throwing the double lock before dropping the key in my bag. When I turned, Calum was still there.

      ‘Calum you should leave.’

      ‘We have things to talk about.’

      ‘She asked you to leave.’ Michael spoke, his voice was calm but from the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw tense.

      I reached down and took his hand, squeezing it gently to let him know I had this.

      ‘I don’t remember asking your – ’

      ‘Calum,’ I cut him off before he ended up saying something that might result in him taking an unexpected nap in the corridor, and possibly being fitted for a new set of teeth. ‘I’m not interested in getting back together with you, whatever the circumstances. Please don’t come here again.’

      ‘Shall we go?’ I looked up.

      Michael smiled back at me. ‘Absolutely. Here.’ He took the wrap and draped it around my shoulders, his fingertips brushing against my bare skin, causing a flash of heat to whoosh through my body. We turned, leaving Calum where he stood.

      ‘Are you sure you’re warm enough?’ Michael asked as we got to the front door of the building? ‘The cab’s just out here but – ’

      ‘You have a cab waiting? Why didn’t you say? Oh God, the meter is going to be sky high after faffing about with bloody Calum. You should have just rung – ’

      Michael placed his hands on my shoulders. ‘You might want to take a breath.’

      That was a good plan. Nerves about the party, Calum showing up out of the blue and then Michael walking in looking like the sexiest, most gorgeous man I’d ever seen was a lot to cope with in ten minutes.

      ‘Good idea.’ And I did as he instructed. ‘But still. You could have just rung me and I’d have come down.’

      ‘Katie I’m happy to wait when it’s something worth waiting for.’

      I didn’t really know what to say to that, so I opted for nothing. Or more to the point, my mind just stayed unhelpfully blank.

      ‘Besides,’ he said, opening the door of the waiting cab and holding out his hand to help me in whilst I held up my dress hem with my other one, ‘it would have deprived me of the opportunity of meeting the clearly charming Calum.’

      ‘Please don’t start.’

      ‘I wasn’t planning to. I’m just saying it’s nice to put a face to a name.’

      Michael gave the driver directions and leant back. I slid a look to him. ‘You had the look of wanting to put something else to his face.’

      ‘And in my youth I might have done. Not, I hasten to add, something I’m necessarily proud of. But don’t worry, I’m older and wiser now.’

      ‘I’m glad to hear it.’

      ‘Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t meet people I’d quite happily deck. Tonight was a prime example.’

      ‘You only met him for a few minutes.’

      ‘Which was plenty.’

      I turned in my seat to face him, the lights of the city flashing across the windows and his now clean-shaven face. ‘Can we talk about something else?’

      ‘Sure. Pick a topic.’

      ‘OK,’ I smiled back, ‘let’s start with this.’ I waved my hand in his general direction.

      ‘What?’

      ‘You! The haircut, the shave, the wearing of a suit!’

      He tilted his head at me momentarily. ‘Wow.’

      ‘What?’

      Michael breathed in heavily. ‘Despite your assurances that you didn’t care what I wore, I apparently looked even worse than I thought I did.’

      ‘Oh, don’t be daft,’ I said, swatting him gently with my clutch. ‘If you looked that bad, you wouldn’t have scored every night you felt like it at the pub.’

      He gave a head tilt.

      ‘That’s the bit where you’re supposed to show some humility,’ I prompted.

      ‘Ohhh! Right. Got you.’ And then he grinned, which made my point completely invalid because when that smile hit you, it didn’t matter what he was wearing.

      ‘You’re hopeless.’

      ‘But at least tonight I look smart whilst being hopeless, right?’

      ‘You look…very nice.’ That wasn’t exactly the description crashing around my head right now, but it was the only one that was acceptable for anyone other than me to hear.

      We pulled up at the entrance to the hotel and a doorman stepped forward to open the taxi door. Michael handed over cash for the trip as I exited, then he followed.

      I looked up at Michael. ‘You also look like just the right person for this job.’

      He gave me a slow smile that set off tingles in my stomach. Reaching across, he took my hand, pulling me ever so gently towards him and then tucked my hand over his arm.

      ‘Now I do.’

      ‘Good luck,’ I whispered.

      Michael’s other hand lifted and momentarily twirled a loose tendril of my hair. Leaning down, he placed the softest of kisses on my cheek, just to the left of my mouth.

      ‘Thank you. And thank you for coming. Even if I don’t get the contract, I still got to spend an evening with the most beautiful woman in the room.’

      Smiling, I looked up at him as we walked in, another doorman heaving the heavy glass door open for us. Michael’s hand dropped to the small of my back as we stepped inside.

      ‘Please don’t think I don’t appreciate the compliment, but I do feel