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into a bin next to the door, she smiled at Fabulous Freddie or whatever his name was, and wheeled the stroller out into the street. She could have rung Justin up from a public phone, but curiosity about where he worked got the better of her. You’re a sticky beak, Holly Kirwan, she told herself. Even worse, a fool for running after a man who made it clear he wasn’t interested. How pathetic could a woman get?
    It was only a couple of blocks to the modern high-rise office block - - two tall towers on either side of a ten or twelve-storied square building built of dark green marble. On a brass plaque positioned over an arched entrance were the words ‘Devereux Enterprises.’
    The huge double glass doors opened automatically. Posh, Robbie’s slangy term proved an adequate description. The floor tiles were of the palest green and flecked with gold. Cool and sophisticated like Justin.
    The stroller wheels squeaked as she wheeled it to the counter where a uniformed security man sat watching a computer screen. She suddenly realized a security camera monitored their every move.
    “Hello, could you direct me to Justin Devereux’s office please?”
    “It’s on the tenth floor. The elevators are over there on the right. Do you have any I.D.? I’ll need to sign you in.”
    “Will my driver’s license do?” She fumbled around in her purse for it.
    “I’m sorry, Mrs. Kirwan, but you’ll have to leave the pram here.”
    “What!”
    “Security measures. I’ll keep an eye on it for you.”
    “Thanks.”  Who would be desperate enough to steal a shabby baby stroller?
    She signed the book, putting Mrs. Harris’ phone number and address down. If she hadn’t been so keen to see where he worked, and in all honesty, to see him again to try to clear things up between them, she would have given the security man the phone and saved herself from this inquisition.
    Carrying Lilly, she made for the elevator. Within seconds it whizzed up to the tenth floor. She stepped out on to thick gray carpet. Luxurious but tasteful. She only had time to glance at a couple of English countryside prints hanging on the pale gray walls before a beautifully groomed middle-aged lady walked up to her.
    “Could I see Justin please?”  She juggled her bag in one hand and held Lilly on her hip with the other.
    “I’m Lesley, Mr. Devereux’s personal assistant. He never sees anyone without an appointment. Could I help you with something?” She smiled at Lilly. “What a little cutie you are.”
    “I need to see Justin. Could you tell him I’m here, Holly Kirwan is my name.” Why didn’t she give the woman the wretched phone and be done with it instead of acting like some starved-for-affection puppy?
    Lilly squirmed and wriggled to get down. She started to grizzle, and it sounded overloud in the silent rarified atmosphere of Justin’s inner sanctum.
    A door swung open and Justin strode out. “What on earth is going on? Holly!” He almost skidded to a halt in front of her. “What are you doing here?”
    Lilly reached out to him and automatically he lifted her from Holly’s arms.
    “Now, little missie, keep the noise level down or you’ll send my executive staff into shock,” he joked, giving Lilly a grin. She in turn made a grab for his hair.
    “Your phone. You left it at Freddie’s,” Holly gabbled. He could turn her into a gibbering wreck without even trying. “I found it under a serviette. I thought you might be worried.” She fished it out and handed it to him.
    “Thanks, I didn’t even miss it.” He slipped it into the pocket of his jacket.
    She shuffled her feet uneasily. “I...I’d better go and let you get back to work.”
    “No, come into my office. Les, could you bring us in some tea please. A biscuit for the baby?” His eyebrows peaked in query.
    “No, thanks. She’d make a mess.”
    “You wouldn’t make a mess in my office, would you?”  Lilly chortled and grasped a handful of his hair and pulled hard.