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body trembled with awareness as he drew closer. She hadn’t felt this affected by a man in eleven long years. She’d sworn off sex after Damon—and not just because no man could compare with him.

      Damon and Stavros were growing closer to the dishwashing section of the busy kitchen, and the warmth between the two men reminded Lizzie of the warmth between Damon and his father after the trial. How she’d envied them their closeness. To have someone to confide in had seemed such an impossible dream. Looking back, she could see now that the court case had done her a favour. She had learned to stand on her own feet and now, though she didn’t have much, she earned her living honestly and she was free.

      ‘Lizzie!’ Stavros’s voice was full of happy anticipation as he called out her name across the banks of stainless steel counters. ‘May I present a very good friend of mine, recently returned from his travels…? Damon Gavros!’

      She turned reluctantly.

      There were a few seconds of absolute silence, and then Damon said, ‘I believe we know each other.’

      Damon’s voice slicked through Lizzie’s veins like the slide of warm cream. It was so familiar she felt as if they’d never been apart.

      ‘That’s right,’ she agreed, trembling inside as she made sure to give Stavros a reassuring smile.

      ‘I’ll leave you two together,’ Stavros said tactfully, practically rubbing his hands with glee at the thought that he had finally managed to play Cupid.

      ‘It’s been a long time, Damon.’

      ‘Indeed it has,’ he agreed, scrutinising her with matching interest.

      She felt vulnerable. She was hardly kitted out in her armour of choice for this reunion, in rubber overshoes, with an unflattering overall over her old clothes and an elasticated protective hat covering her wilful red curls, and her face was no doubt red and sweaty from the steam of the kitchen.

      And I don’t know you, she thought as she stared into a ridiculously handsome face that had only improved with age. Apart from the information in press reports about his public persona, she didn’t know who Damon Gavros had become. And if he was back in London for good she had to find out.

      Incredible eyes. Seductive eyes. Laughing eyes…

      Dangerous eyes. They saw too much.

      Damon’s impact on her senses was as devastating as it had ever been—which was the only warning Lizzie needed that she should take care. From the flash of black diamonds on his crisp white cuffs to the faintly amused stare that could obliterate her sensible mind at a stroke, Damon Gavros, with his power and money, was the most terrible threat to everything Lizzie held dear.

      And still her wilful body clamoured for his attention while her sensible mind screamed caution. Damon was overwhelmingly charismatic, as well as physically imposing, but it was the power of his mind that dominated everything—and that frightened her.

      ‘Success suits you,’ she said, carelessly speaking her thoughts out loud.

      He gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to this, but made no reply. That was probably the best he could do, after finding her here in the kitchen.

      Business pundits spoke of Damon’s unparalleled success, and his monumental wealth since taking over his father’s company. When their articles weren’t referring to him as the world’s most eligible bachelor, they were dubbing him the benevolent billionaire, because of his charitable interests. She doubted he’d feel charitably disposed towards her if he discovered how she’d lived for the past eleven years.

      Tamping down her alarm, Lizzie accepted that they’d both changed. She was more savvy, and better able to handle Damon.

      ‘Why don’t we get out of here?’ he suggested.

      ‘I beg your pardon?’ She looked at him in surprise, thinking she must have misheard him.

      ‘I’m not keen on holding our reunion here, are you?’

      His stare seared through her, and for a moment she didn’t know what to say. The thought of going anywhere with Damon Gavros was alarming.

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      Damon could understand Lizzie’s surprise at seeing him. Seeing her had been a shock for him too—especially finding her so changed. He was keen to know what had been happening to Lizzie over the past eleven years, and why on earth she was working here.

      ‘I’m sure Stavros can spare you for an hour or so,’ he insisted.

      Confident that Lizzie would follow him, he was already halfway to the door.

      ‘I can’t,’ she said flatly, bringing him to a halt. ‘As you can see…’ She spread her hands wide in the ugly rubber gloves when he turned around. ‘I’m working.’

      It had never occurred to him that she might say no. ‘Stavros?’ he queried, turning his attention to her boss, who was hovering at the back of the kitchen.

      ‘Of course,’ Stavros insisted with enthusiasm. ‘Lizzie deserves a break. She can join you at your table. My chefs will prepare a feast—’

      ‘I’d rather not,’ Lizzie interrupted.

      Damon had caught a glimpse of shabby jeans and a faded top beneath Lizzie’s overall and could understand her reservations. Stavros’s restaurant was seriously high-end, but now they’d met again he was determined to find out everything about her, and bury the hatchet so many years after her father’s trial.

      ‘We don’t have to eat here—somewhere casual?’ he suggested. ‘Another time, Stavros,’ he was quick to add, with a reassuring smile for his hovering host. ‘I’d like the chance to fill in the past eleven years, wouldn’t you?’ he said, turning to Lizzie.

      She gave a nervous laugh. This was so unlike the Lizzie he’d known that he felt instantly suspicious. ‘Unless your eleven years includes a husband or a fiancé?’

      ‘No,’ she said, lifting her chin to regard him steadily. ‘It doesn’t.’

      ‘Then, do you have a coat?’

      ‘Yes, but—’

      ‘An hour or so of your time?’ He shrugged. ‘What harm can that do?’

      Stavros intervened before she could reply. ‘How can you refuse?’ Stavros asked Lizzie, with a warm smile and an expansive gesture so typical of the genial restaurateur. ‘I’ll get someone to take over your work. Go now,’ he chivvied, ‘Lizzie never takes time off,’ he confided to Damon. ‘Half an hour for old times’ sake?’ he urged Lizzie, doing Damon’s work for him.

      Short of being rude to both of them, there was only one thing Lizzie could do.

      ‘I’ll get my coat,’ she said.

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      She went to the staff bathroom and sluiced her face in cold water. Staring at herself in the mirror above the sink, she wondered where eleven years had gone. Did it matter? Damon Gavros was back. She had to handle it.

      At least Stavros was delighted. He was always trying to fix her up with a man. Billionaire and pot-washer? Even Stavros couldn’t make that one fly, though Damon seemed happy enough. That had better not have been a smile of triumph on his lips. Lips that had kissed her into oblivion, Lizzie remembered, trying not to think back to the most significant night of her life.

      Her heart jumped when she walked out of the restroom to find Damon relaxed back against the wall. Had he always been so hot?

      Yes, she thought, smiling politely as he insisted on helping her with her coat.

      To his credit, his expression didn’t falter, though her coat, with its plucked threads and plastic buttons, and a collar