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she was pleased to note, was completely bowled over by her appearance when she opened her apartment door to him the following evening.
    â€˜May I say, Miss Summer, that you dress up quite spectacularly?’ he told her.
    â€˜And may I say, Mr Munroe, that so do you?’ she returned flirtatiously in an effort to hide her own reaction to his lethal handsomeness in the black dinner suit and snowy white shirt. Not that she could hide her reaction completely, conscious of a pulse beating erratically at the base of her creamy throat.
    â€˜Your carriage awaits, my lady.’ He gave a theatrical sweep of his arm.
    Her ‘carriage’ consisted of Adam’s sleek green Jaguarsports car. She showed a long expanse of slenderly silky leg as Adam held the door open for her to slip into the passenger seat.
    She gave him a reproving look as he got into the car beside her, still trying to pull her dress down to a respectable level. ‘I can’t help thinking, Adam, that you chose such a low car deliberately!’
    He quirked blond brows at her before turning the key in the ignition. ‘Actually, Andie—I can’t help thinking the same thing!’ he returned unrepentantly.
    Adam drove out of London towards Berkshire, their hosts for the evening turning out to be the Grants, the film director Daniel, and his beautiful actress wife Carla Burton, the latter heavily pregnant with their second child.
    There wasn’t a single guest at the party that Andie didn’t recognise from either film or television, and, while her own highly indulged upbringing meant she wasn’t in the least overwhelmed by so many celebrities, she couldn’t say she was exactly overjoyed when, shortly after their arrival, Adam, having provided her with a glass of champagne, excused himself to go and talk to the latest darling of the film world, Elizabeth King.
    In fact, Adam’s attention on the beautiful redhead was so intense over the next ten minutes that Andie couldn’t help wondering why on earth he had needed to bring her here with him at all!
    â€˜Actress or television presenter?’ The teasing male voice at her side drew her attention away from Adam and the beautiful actress.
    She turned to find herself looking at the boyishly attractive comedian Gordon Andrews. ‘Actually, I work on a women’s magazine,’ she revealed.
    His eyes widened humorously. ‘How on earth did a member of the press manage to get an invitation here?’ Helooked around them pointedly at the less-than-well-behaved guests, the champagne flowing liberally, along with the guests’ inhibitions.
    Andie laughed at his comical expression. ‘I’m the senior editor, not a reporter.’
    Gordon waggled his dark eyebrows expressively. ‘I’d love to see the junior one—she must still be in nappies!’
    She liked him, Andie decided, as Gordon seemed to have decided to stay at her side, his wicked brand of humour having her laughing out loud several times through the evening, thankfully diverting her attention away from Adam. Although she was still aware that Adam didn’t leave Elizabeth King’s side for a single minute, attentively supplying her with champagne and food if she looked like running out of either.
    Damn him, Andie decided stubbornly. Stupidly, she had looked forward to this evening out with Adam—and as far as he was concerned she might just as well not exist!
    In fact, she was surprised when, the party obviously drawing to a close at about three o’clock in the morning, Adam remembered to come and get her so that the two of them could leave together, she had half expected him to leave with Elizabeth King, too!
    â€˜Good party?’ Adam finally asked rigidly in the darkness of the car as they drove through the quiet London streets, the rest of the journey having taken place in tension-filled silence.
    â€˜Excellent,’ Andie came back tautly. ‘Gordon