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there, he knew where he’d find her. She was in the Rose Chalet’s main hall talking to a woman Gareth didn’t recognize, and there was a recording device sitting on the table between them.
    For the briefest of moments, Gareth feared that Richard had somehow managed to get someone down there to force a deposition out of Anne, and he started forward. Then he realized they were talking about dresses. Thank God.
    “I don’t pay too much attention to what the trends are,” Anne was saying. “Instead, I try to figure out exactly what’s right for the individual client and her wedding. Too often, people wear dresses that are beautiful, and they’re the right style for the season, but they aren’t right for them.”
    “And do you only use specific materials?” the reporter asked. “Some designers are very careful about where they source things these days.”
    “I use whatever looks right, wherever I can find it,” Anne said with a smile. “For Felicity’s dress, for example, I had the perfect fabric in a storage box at home.”
    Gareth’s chest squeezed tight as he stood there watching her. He had to tell her about the upcoming DNA test. He had to warn her, had to inform her of the kinds of things Richard and Jasmine might come out with when this case went to court…
    And then what?
    Gareth had no doubt that Richard would make good on his threat to sue Cavendish Investigations. He’d likely win, and then both Margaret and Gareth would have to start over.
    And yet, fear of having a lawsuit brought against him wasn’t what stopped Gareth from just walking up to Anne and saying it straight out. If it had just been that, he would have done it in a heartbeat.
    No, what stopped him was the sure knowledge that leaking information to Anne would be breaking the rules. And whatever Gareth thought of Richard Wells—and it wasn’t very much at this point—Gareth had given his word. He’d signed a contract. He’d made a legal commitment.
    Could he go back on that? Even for Anne?
    A few minutes later, when her interview was winding down, she looked up and spotted him. “Gareth! What are you doing here?” She hurried over to hug him hello. “Are you here to take me out to lunch again? It’s a bit early, but I think we’re almost done here, aren’t we, Tessa?”
    The female reporter with her looked Gareth up and down. “Sure, have fun. I think I have everything I need, and I’ll email you if any other questions come up.”
    “So,” Anne said, slipping her hand into Gareth’s, “where are we heading for lunch?”
    He knew he ought to say nowhere . Or that he ought to warn her about the DNA test, rules be damned.
    But right at that moment, with her lips so close to his, Gareth couldn’t think about anything other than how wonderful it had been to kiss her and how much he’d like to do it again.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    “How did you find this place?”
    The tiny diner looked like it had been transplanted straight out of the nineteen-fifties and seemed to be run by about twenty assorted members of the same boisterous family, all of whom bustled about them.
    “I was walking past one day,” Anne replied, “and everyone inside looked so happy. I knew that it had to be a good place to eat if it made people that happy.”
    Would anyone else have decided to try the food in a diner for a reason like that?
    Only Anne.
    And, he had to admit as he took a bite of his hamburger, the food was pretty good… though it didn’t even come close to matching his company.
    All through lunch, Gareth was mesmerized by every movement Anne made, every elegant gesture, every beautiful smile.
    And there were so many smiles…
    He shouldn’t be taking this day off, especially when he needed to line up more clients in the wake of quitting Jasmine and Richard’s case. So what was it about Anne that made playing hooky seem perfectly all right? And what was it about her that made him smile just watching her talk with the