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Andrews is as funny off stage as he is on it.’
    â€˜I noticed you were enjoying yourself,’ Adam observed sarcastically.
    â€˜Really?’ Andie returned just as sarcastically.
    Adam turned to her sharply in the confines of the car.
    â€˜And exactly what does that mean?’ he snapped.
    She gave a dismissive shrug of her shoulders. ‘Elizabeth King is very beautiful.’
    â€˜I—’
    â€˜You just missed the turn to my apartment,’ she interrupted.
    His response was to immediately do an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road—something he wouldn’t have stood a chance of doing if it weren’t almost four o’clock on a Sunday morning!—bringing the Jaguar to a screeching halt outside the apartment building where she lived, before turning in his seat to look at her with steely grey eyes.
    â€˜I would rather have spent the evening with you,’ he ground out between clenched jaws.
    â€˜Really?’ Andie’s eyes flashed deeply green in the half-light. ‘Then you must have hidden acting ability!’ She glared at him, remembering all too clearly that if it hadn’t been for Gordon Andrews she would have spent the entire evening mingling with people she didn’t know—and who, on this evening’s behaviour, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, either!
    Adam reached out to grasp her shoulders. ‘Are you seeing Andrews again?’ he demanded to know—almost as if she had spoken her thoughts out loud!
    Andie wrenched out of his grasp, reaching to open her car door—obviously Adam wasn’t about to get out and do it for her! ‘I don’t think that’s any of your business!’ she scorned as she stepped out onto the pavement.
    For such a large man, Adam moved with surprising speed, at her side as she used her key to open the security door at the entrance to the building, following her inside.
    He swung her round to face him. ‘I’m making it my business, Andie,’ he insisted. ‘Do you intend seeing Andrews again?’ he repeated, his voice steely now.
    She looked up at him defiantly. ‘I think that’s for me todecide—don’t you?’ Knowing she actually had no intention of seeing the other man again.
    Gordon had asked her if she would like to have dinner with him next week, but, despite having enjoyed his company this evening, Andie knew she wasn’t in the least attracted to him. Much better to leave their evening together as a pleasant memory. At least, that part of it!
    â€˜Excuse me, Adam,’ she dismissed as the lift arrived at the ground floor, stepping inside.
    â€˜No,’ Adam returned shortly, stepping into the lift beside her. Andie looked at him frowning as the lift ascended to her floor, before stepping out into the carpeted entrance to her apartment, throwing her bag and keys down onto the table and striding through to the calm elegance of her sitting-room.
    Adam swung her roughly round to face him, his expression furious in the glow of the side-light she had left on in the room in anticipation of her return.
    She gave a heavy sigh, knowing that they were both too angry to continue this conversation. ‘It’s very late, Adam—’
    â€˜That didn’t seem to bother you a short time ago when you were all over Gordon Andrews!’ he shot back at her, grey eyes glacial.
    Her own eyes widened indignantly at his unwarranted accusation. ‘The man kept me company for the evening—which is more than can be said of you!’ she returned angrily.
    â€˜Don’t try and turn this round on me,’ Adam rasped coldly, his hand tightening on her arm. ‘By the time I had concluded my business with Elizabeth you were secluded in a dark corner with that damned clown!’
    â€˜I—!’ Andie gasped her outrage, trying to pull out of his grasp—and only succeeding in bruising herself instead.‘Elizabeth King is even