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eyes flashed as she said in a deceptively quiet voice, ‘You think I knew that they were there reporting, you think I let you stay here because I wanted to compromise you…’
    ‘So such a thing did not cross your mind.’
    ‘You think I planned…how?’ she demanded, waving a furious finger of triumph at him as she saw the flaw in his accusation. ‘Even if I wanted to marry you, and let me tell you I’d prefer to remove my spleen with a spoon, how was I to know you’d turn up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, looking like a…?’ She paused, losing some of her focus as she recalled the haunted bleakness in his eyes.
    He gave an impatient shrug and picked a bleeping mobile phone from his pocket. ‘I am not accusing you of being a mastermind, just an opportunist.’ His eyes scanned the phone. ‘This will have to wait. I’m late.’
    Annoyed at the implication that anything he was late for would automatically be more important than anything she had planned brought a glitter of dislike to Eva’s green eyes—the man had an ego the size of a continent!
    And if he looked down his nose at her again, prince or no prince, she was going to sock that supercilious, superior smirk off his face.
    The good thing about being mad with him was she didn’t have to think about her shameful physical response to him—and being mad with him didn’t even require any effort on her part.
    ‘Well, I’m so sorry your schedule is thrown,’ she sympathised with saccharin-sweet insincerity, ‘but I didn’t invite you to stay the night.
    ‘Though of course you wouldn’t remember that,’ she added sarcastically.
    It seemed to Eva his selective recall was awfully convenient and she was starting to tire of being made to feel like some sort of scarlet woman.
    ‘And if I don’t get a move on I’ll be late for work too.’
    ‘Work…?’
    He said it as though it was an alien concept. Maybe it was to him?
    Maybe he had someone to tie his shoelaces? Maybe he strode around all day looking enigmatic and masterful?
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘I thought you were a student.’
    ‘I am, but like most students, even ones with scholarships,’ she added, trying to hide her pride in the achievement, ‘I have a job. Two actually. I work in a bar and walk dogs.’
    His dark brows twitched into a straight line above his hawkish nose. ‘I’m amazed your grandfather permits it.’
    ‘I didn’t ask his permission.’
    ‘And surely you do not need to work.’
    Her expression hardened at the suggestion she was a sponger. ‘I can pay my own way…and I value my independence. I’m not looking for anyone, ’ she said, emphasising the word, ‘to look after me.’
    ‘And I, ma belle, also value my independence, and I was not looking for a wife, but sometimes a man must make the best of an imperfect situation.’
    Eva gave a gasp of wrathful indignation. ‘Some people would not think marrying me such an awful thing.’
    Standing in the doorway, he turned back.
    Eva shivered as his heavy-lidded eyes moved slowly across the soft angles of her heart-shaped face. ‘I can see,’ he admitted, ‘how that might happen.’ With a last enigmatic non-smiling look, he turned and left without a word.
    She expelled the breath she had been holding in one gusty sigh. You had to hand it to the man—he knew how to do an exit! And that cryptic parting comment, what was that about…? Was he saying he would like to marry her?
    Not that she cared. Right?
    A frown knitting her brow, Eva walked slowly to the window. As she looked down onto the street below she saw Karim emerge.
    As she tried to analyse what it was about the way he moved that made something as simple as walking across the street riveting she saw him approach the stationary vehicle.
    He tapped the roof and almost immediately two beefy figures emerged.
    She gave a little grunt of satisfaction at the sight of the men dressed in jeans and tee shirts. There was nothing at all covert about them; he was