“'I'd have said we were intimately acquainted,' he drawled. 'You're quite right, of course. I don't usually behave as I did that night, and I don't want to be reminded of it-or to repeat it either.' 'That was not what I was suggesting... Have dinner with me tonight.' It was more a command than a request. 'I'm busy...' He tutted. 'Playing hard to get?' 'Not before time, perhaps,' she said with cool irony. 'I'm sure you've heard the saying about ships that pass in the night. I'd like to leave... it like that.' He shook his head. The dark eyes held hers almost mesmerically. 'We didn't pass... We collided.' CHAPTER ONE ZANNA WESTCOTT walked into the sitting room of her hotel suite and shut the door behind her. For a moment she stood still, confronting the trim image reflected back from the mirror on the wall opposite from the sleek blonde hair, swept severely back from her forehead, and the uncluttered lines of the black business suit and crisp white shirt down to the slender dark-stockinged legs and small feet in low-heeled pumps.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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