The Billionaire Bodyguard. Sharon Kendrick

is not any old bottle of wine,’ he contradicted, running his thumb reverentially over the label, as if he was carressing a woman’s skin. ‘It just happens to be a bottle of St Julien du Beau Caillou.’

      His voice had deepened with appreciation and his French accent was close to perfect. Keri couldn’t have been more amazed if he had suddenly leapt up onto the table and started tap dancing.

      ‘You know about wine, do you?’

      Jay’s eyes glittered. The tone of her question said it all. ‘Surprising for a common-or-garden driver, is that what you mean?’ he drawled. ‘Thought I’d be a beer man, did you?’

      ‘I hadn’t given it much thought, actually.’