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of steel there, and she imagined he must make a formidable opponent, both in the world of business and on the battlefield. Her fingers were still curled up into his, and the sensation of being skin on skin like this elicited a sensation of such intimacy small pockets of heat blossomed inside her. She was trapped in his gaze, and had the impression his strength and power knew no bounds. Oh, how it would feel to be wrapped up in those powerful arms, to experience all that strength trapping her against his hard body while his tongue plundered her mouth…
    And as she shifted slightly in her seat, her notebook dropped to the floor and caught Stuart’s eye. As it did, the heated gaze he’d been subjecting her to suddenly changed into an icy cold one, the lines of his lips tightening and his dark brows furrowing. “What’s this?” he growled, picking up the notebook and pointing to a picture of Geoffrey on one of the pages.
    She quickly made to snatch the notebook from his grip but too late. He held onto it and subjected it to a terse scrutiny. Too late she remembered she’d packed a notebook she’d used years before, when she was still in the habit of collecting pictures of Geoffrey and idly doodling all around them as she sat in school listening to her teachers drone on and on about the most tedious subjects.
    This particular photograph depicted Geoffrey with his most cheeky grin, just having won some soccer tournament. Around his face she’d drawn a cloud of hearts, the words ‘Kirsty loves Geoffrey’ scribbled everywhere in gold glitter.
    To Kirsty’s surprise, Stuart subjected the proof of her adolescent crush to only a brief inspection before viciously ripping the page from the notebook and proceeding to tear it into a hundred pieces with his powerful fingers, his eyes capturing hers all the while. There was a darkness to them, she now saw, and she shivered where she sat. Finally, he purposely walked over to the trashcan behind them and dumped the pieces in the trash before rejoining her.
    “That… that was a long time ago,” she offered as an excuse.
    “Not long enough,” he countered. He’d rolled up his shirtsleeves, his corded forearms and massive biceps visibly on display. She couldn’t help but stare at them. Like his face, his arms were darkly tanned, the skin stretched taut over muscle and bone. “For God’s sakes, Kirsty,” he added in a low growl, “the man is getting married—having a baby. Don’t you think it’s time you got over him?”
    She wanted to say she was over Geoffrey—in fact she now discovered to her surprise that she hadn’t thought about him for hours, whereas before Geoffrey had occupied every moment of every day. And even more astonishing was the fact that Stuart had taken his place in the innermost sanctity of her thoughts. The discovery made her feel extremely vulnerable all of a sudden, and she wasn’t ready for Stuart to find out about this so she cast down her eyes.
    Stuart interpreted her silence as an admission that she was still very much infatuated with Geoffrey and his mood soured considerably. He watched as her eyelashes feathered down, concealing the sparkling blue of her eyes from him. The loss of eye contact felt like a physical assault on his senses, and before he could stop himself, he’d taken her chin in his hand and was tilting up her face.
    “Geoffrey doesn’t love you, Kirsty,” he said, deliberately spacing out the words so each was designed to hit its target like a splinter bomb. “So stop acting like a child and grow up.” He watched the devastation his words wrought on her mobile face, her cheeks flushing, her eyes welling up with tears while her lips trembled. It was all he could do not to press his own lips to hers, and then to kiss those tears away, but mixed with the compassion he experienced a surge of raw anger scraping across his soul. Anger at her stubborn love for a man who didn’t deserve her.
    Finally, he let go, wrenching his