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answer as he playfully pulls the covers off me. Oh, if only he weren’t dressed . . . this would have great possibilities. The feelings I have for him run so much deeper than I could ever imagine. I crave the physical contact between us. I can’t get enough of him. But it’s not only that. No, I learned so much about him through our conversations over the last few weeks.
    As I swing my legs off the bed, Alex takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. My eyes drift over him from head to toe, and then back again. He’s breathtaking, immaculately dressed for his business meeting.
    I know that look on his face. It’s the look that can bring me to my knees, seduce me without his touch. I draw in a slow breath. Amused, he watches me.
    “Alex, go to work, please . . .”
    He leans forward and seals his mouth over mine with a deep, passionate, warm kiss that leaves me wanting more.
    “Right. I’m going. Joan will make you some breakfast when you’re ready. It has been noted that you’ve been rummaging around my closet. Till lunchtime.”
    I laugh.
    He smiles. Reluctantly, he lets go of my hands and walks out of the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

    A SHORT WHILE, LATER I am showered and dressed, my hair and makeup done, and I enter the kitchen feeling more like myself. I find Joan at the sink, clearing away the dishes from last night and from Alex’s breakfast.
    “Good morning, Miss Stewart. What can I make you?” Her warm smile puts me at ease. “Mr. Mathews said you weren’t feeling too good. Do you need painkillers?”
    “No thank you, Joan. I’m fine. I just had a bad dream. I’m more than happy to fend for myself.”
    “You will do no such thing,” she says, ushering me to the breakfast bar. “Sit down and relax. Mr. Mathews wouldn’t be happy. Now, what would you like?”
    “Some toast and fruit juice is fine.”
    “Mr. Mathews left instructions for me to feed you,” she says, opening the fridge for some juice.
    “Toast is plenty for me now. And anyway, he wants me to meet him for lunch, and we’ll have dinner here tonight.”
    “Oh, that reminds me. Anything you don’t like before I make a start on that?”
    “Nope. I’ll eat anything. Do you need a hand preparing?” I don’t want to sit about doing nothing while she works.
    “No, I’m fine. Mr. Mathews doesn’t usually do any entertaining, so it makes a pleasant change to be able to use my skills,” she replies with a smile as she continues to work away in the kitchen. “And Mrs. Mathews should be here soon.” She hands me some toast.
    I sit eating and chatting away with Joan as she goes about her work. She already has a huge pot of tomato-and-pepper soup simmering on the stove. It smells so good. She tells me she’ll make some homemade bread rolls later on. The main course is beef wellington with potatoes and vegetables, and she’s going to make cheesecake for dessert. Sounds great—it has my mouth watering. Maybe I will put on at least some of the weight I’ve lost.
    “Elizabeth, let’s have a look at you.” Sarah’s voice is loud as she enters the kitchen with Murphy at her back. I stand up from the chair and turn to face her as she gives me a hug. “Absolutely stunning. I knew there was a beautiful girl under all those bruises. Isn’t she perfect, Joan? How are you, my dear?”
    Joan smiles in amusement.
    “I’m well, Sarah.”
    She looks at me as if questioning my answer.
    “Yes, I really am.”
    She smiles. “Okay, then. Are you ready to go? Because I am taking you to the most perfect boutique—it hasn’t even opened for business yet.”
    I frown, not understanding. Joan smiles. Obviously she knows where I’m going.
    “It doesn’t open until the middle of next week. You’re guaranteed that whatever you pick, no one else will have it, because these dresses are all one-off designs.”
    “Yes, I’m ready. Now you have me intrigued,” I reply as she takes my arm.
    We say good-bye to Joan and head off with