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bed, bury herself under her duvet and hope that unconsciousness would take over until her alarm went off and she could busy herself with getting ready for the flight and work.
    Simple.
    Bracing herself, she pulled her shoulders back. She undid the latch and wrapped her fingers round the door handle. Then she pasted a smile on her face, turned the handle and opened the door wide.
    She looked up.
    And froze.
    The greeting that hovered on her lips died. The apology she’d planned fled. Her smile vanished and her brain and body went into shock because the man standing on her doorstep, stamping his feet against the cold and blowing on his hands, wasn’t Nick. It wasn’t a first-footer.
    It was Kit.

TWO
    For a moment Lily couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
    All she could do was stare at him, her heart thumping too fast, the blood rushing to her feet and her head swimming with the effort of processing the fact that Kit, the man who’d made her happier and more wretched than she’d ever imagined possible, the man with whom she’d had no contact for the last five years but about whom she’d been thinking pretty much non-stop for the last half an hour, was here.
    As shocks to the system went this evening this one was definitely the worst.
    Half wondering whether her imagination might not have conjured him up what with the unauthorised way it had been behaving this evening, Lily swallowed, then blinked. Hard. Twice. She gave herself a quick shake just for good measure, but he was still there, tall and broad and as jaw-droppingly good-looking as he’d ever been.
    More so, actually, she thought, flicking her gaze over him to give her time to gather her scattered wits. He’d changed in the last five years. Physically at least. He seemed bigger, more imposing somehow. He was only, what, thirty-two, but his dark hair was flecked with grey at the temples, and there were faint lines bracketing his mouth and fanning out from the corners of his eyes.
    He looked harder, more cynical than she remembered too. But then perhaps that wasn’t surprising since she must have made life pretty tricky for him following the breakdown of their relationship.
    Not that either the way he looked or his attitude to life was in the slightest bit relevant to anything any more. No, she’d got over Kit long ago, and she was now totally immune to looks that were overly good and attitudes that were dangerously and possibly attractively edgy, whoever they belonged to.
    Still, she could really have done without seeing him this evening. Or ever again, for that matter.
    ‘Happy New Year, Lily,’ said Kit, his warm breath making little white clouds in the cold night air while his deep voice rumbled right through her and fired a tiny spark of heat deep inside her.
    Which she really didn’t need.
    Damn.
    Telling herself to stay cool and focused, and reminding herself that she was immune to voices as well as looks, Lily stamped out the heat and straightened her spine.
    ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ she asked, too on edge with everything that had happened tonight and too pissed off about the spark to bother about mollifying her words.
    His eyebrows lifted at her bordering-on-rude tone. ‘Expecting someone else?’
    ‘Obviously.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘The owner of this.’ She lifted the scarf and he glanced down at it, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
    ‘Nice,’ he murmured, as well he might seeing as how it was one hundred per cent cashmere and enticingly soft.
    ‘Very.’ And she wasn’t just talking about the scarf.
    ‘Is he on his way back?’
    ‘I doubt it.’ Presumably the return of the scarf by post was fine.
    ‘Then can I come in?’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Well, for one thing it’s absolutely freezing out here,’ said Kit, turning the collar of his coat up and tugging it higher, ‘and for another I need to talk to you.’
    ‘About what?’ As far as she was aware they’d said all they had to say to each other years