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“Dale hasn’t had a lot of success with relationships, but I
have a good feeling about her and Chance. As you said, he’s a nice guy.”
    When she said no more, he nodded
thoughtfully. “I guess the reason is something personal.”
    She smiled at him. “You’re very
sensitive, you know that?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know.” The light
from the fireplace cast his face into shadows, but the small scar high up on
his cheek stood out starkly. “I should apologize for butting in this afternoon,
but it seemed only fair to tell Colin that I’d called and spoken with the
nanny.”
    “Colin?” She raised an eyebrow. “You
mean Mr. Wynn-Jones.”
    He rubbed his face with both hands. “I
have something to tell you, Morgan.” He shot her a quick look. “I tried to tell
you before, but we always seem to get interrupted.”
    He didn’t continue, and she prodded him.
“What?”
    “Promise you won’t hate me.”
    “For crying out loud, Adrian. Will you
just tell me and get it over with?”
    He stared into his wine glass. “My full
name is Adrian Zimmerman.”
    “Sounds like the name of the hotel
chain.” She sat up and her back stiffened as the name sank in. “Are you...” For
a moment she couldn’t speak. “Are you related to the owners?”
    He looked at her levelly. “The owner is
my father.”
    “Your father.” She picked up her wine
glass, then put it down without drinking. “That explains a lot. Why haven’t you
told anyone?”
    He leaned forward. “My dad didn’t want
me to. I told him we should be up front about it...that people would figure it
out eventually. Somebody’s going to show up at the hotel who knows me. Peter
Glasser, for example. He’s a friend of our family.”
    She was only half listening to him. “But
you’re from Switzerland. I thought the hotel chain was headquartered in Italy.”
    He nodded. “The first hotel was in the
Italian Alps. That was my grandfather. But we live in Davos, like I told you,
and my father wanted the main office there.” He waited for the information to
sink in. “I’m sorry, Morgan. I hope we can remain friends.”
    She looked up sharply. “Is that what we
are? Friends?” She gave a short, mirthless laugh and looked at him. “You took
my dream job, you lied to me, and you expect us to be friends?”
    “I didn’t lie to you. I just didn’t tell
you...” He looked miserable and his voice trailed off.
    She sat back and studied him. The truth
was that from the first night she’d found him charming and attractive. More
importantly, she’d lived in a family of men long enough to recognize that he
was a gentle soul. Gentle and kind. Too bad he was the owner’s son. That would
put their friendship in an entirely different light.
    “I tried to be mad at you,” she said,
almost to herself. “But it’s not easy.”
    His head came up. “You mean you don’t
hate me?”
    “I didn’t say that.” His face fell and
she touched his arm. “Just kidding, Adrian. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Of
course I don’t hate you.”
    “Good.” He leaned toward her and for a
moment she thought she saw desire in his eyes. “Could we keep things as they
are?”
    “You mean don’t tell anyone who you are?”
A sudden thought struck her. “Does Wynn-Jones know?”
    “Yes. I think that’s why he came down
hard on you this afternoon...because he didn’t want to say anything to me, even
though I deserved it. But I’d sure like to keep the status quo for a while.” He
raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “If someone shows up who knows me,
we’ll just play it by ear.”
    “Okay, but I’ll have to tell Dale. We
share everything.” She nodded to herself. “She’s the sister I never had.”
    Something shifted behind his eyes. “Do
you have any siblings?”
    She edged forward on her seat. “Three
brothers. Ken is the eldest and Grant and Gareth – the twins – are closer to me
in age. A couple of clowns, let me tell you.” Her face