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downstairs, wear something comfortable? Jesus, did he ever quit? She didn’t remember signing up for someone to manage her life!
If Mrs Van Kessel hadn’t come in just then, she would have sworn in frustration.
    ‘Are you done, miss?’
    She managed a polite smile. ‘Yes, thank you. It was excellent.’
    ‘I’ve sent your luggage down. Mr Knight had something delivered for you to wear on the plane. It’s in the wardrobe. May I wish you a pleasant journey.’
    Restraining her spiking temper, Kate smiled at the housekeeper. ‘Thank you, and thank you for taking such good care of me.’ She waited until the housekeeper was gone before she gave vent to a few pithy curse words.
Something to wear on the plane? Christ, who the hell did he think he was?
    Her lord and master?

CHAPTER 5
    The Mercedes was parked outside the town house, the driver and Max in the front seat, Dominic in the back. Max half turned in his seat. ‘You – waiting for a woman?’ He grinned. ‘Is the rapture near?’
    Dominic glanced up from the report he was reading. ‘Cute.’ Then he smiled. ‘Although a different kind of rapture
is
possible.’
    ‘Maybe not. I don’t see her sitting here.’
    ‘She’s just fucking with me. It’s not a problem.’
    ‘Since when?’ Dominic didn’t wait for anyone.
    A sardonic look. ‘You writing a book?’
    ‘Not yet, maybe later.’
    ‘You could try.’ His employees all signed non-disclosure agreements. Dominic sighed, averse to discussions of his private life. ‘Jake, go in and hurry her along. Tell her we have a flight on hold.’
    As the driver left the car, Max slid his arm along the back of the seat, turned his head and lifted one brow.‘Were you satisfied with the toned-down version of the play last night? Kees wanted me to ask you.’
    A faint eye-roll. ‘They did what they could. It was fine. She recovered outside.’ Dominic smiled. ‘She wondered if you go there often.’
    ‘And what did you say? That unlike you, I’m a happily married man and don’t know everyone there by their first name?’
    ‘I didn’t say anything. As for being happily married, consider yourself fortunate. By the way,’ he briskly added, ‘did you tell Liv you’ll be back in Hong Kong soon?’
    Max nodded. Dominic’s change of subject was typical whenever marriage was mentioned, his wife’s death still an unhealed wound. ‘It’s been too long this time. Almost three weeks.’
    ‘We shouldn’t be in Singapore more than a day, two at the most.’ The naked pain locked away once again, Dominic spoke with a cool urbanity.
    ‘What about Miss Hart? Will she go on to Hong Kong with us?’
    ‘I haven’t decided yet. And don’t look at me like that. I don’t need another conscience. I have one somewhere.’
    ‘You should find it.’
    ‘If we’re comparing roads to hell, you were a fellow traveller not too long ago,’ Dominic said with heavy sarcasm. ‘How old is Conall now?’
    Max raised his hands in surrender. ‘You’re right. I’mdone being pious.’ He grinned. ‘Conall’s going to be one next week.’
    ‘Then we’d better see that you’re back in Hong Kong by then. Shit.’ Sliding up from his lounging pose, Dominic contemplated his driver as he exited the house, looking grim. ‘Looks like Jake struck out. It’s up to you, Max. I’d go but it would only make things worse.’
    ‘You could leave her here.’
    ‘I actually need Miss Hart in Singapore. The bank’s being uncooperative.’
    ‘Werner could bring the decoding.’
    ‘He’s not my type.’
    Max gave him a dubious glance. ‘I didn’t know you had one.’
    ‘If I wanted to argue, I could argue with Miss Hart. I won’t hurt her. Is that better?’ Dominic spoke with a level of politeness that was demonstrably strained.
    Jake slid into the driver’s seat. ‘Sorry, boss.’
    ‘Never mind. Max is going to talk Miss Hart down from the barricades, aren’t you, Max?’ Then even the pretext of politeness disappeared from