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moment Seth was transfixed by the delicacy and haunting loveliness of the features in front of him—so much so that it threw him off-kilter for a moment.
    â€˜Well?’ When he next spoke—having decided not to be so easily beguiled by the woman, and realising she was probably just one of the bevy of journalists that tracked his career, looking for a story—his voice was terse.
    â€˜I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to bother you.’
    Her voice was soft as summer rain and added to the sense that she was casting a spell on him.
    Seth sucked in a breath. ‘But you are bothering me. Answer my question. What’s your business here?’
    For a couple of seconds the woman didn’t seem to know. Then she said hesitatingly, ‘I— Are you the house’s owner?’
    â€˜What’s it to you? Why do you want to know?’
    â€˜I’ll tell you...but if you are the owner I wonder if I might have a word?’
    Seth’s cobalt blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘What about?’
    â€˜About the history of the house... My name is Imogen, by the way... Imogen Hayes.’
    â€˜And you want to know because...? Let me guess—you’re fascinated by old historic houses and you intend to study this one for a school project?’
    Underneath her pale skin the girl blanched. ‘I’m hardly a schoolgirl. I’m twenty-four!’
    â€˜Who are you, then? Someone from the local newspaper?’ he quizzed.
    She grimaced. ‘No. Look, if you are the new owner, could you perhaps spare me a couple of minutes? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time.’
    Even as everything inside him told him it was a bad idea—the girl probably was from the local newspaper, hoping to write an article about him along the lines of ‘poor boy made good’—he took longer than he meant to in deciding what to do.
    Having made his fortune in America, and returned home a billionaire, Seth knew that his name couldn’t help but arouse local interest. This girl probably wouldn’t be the only interested party.But because he couldn’t help admiring her pretty face, and the unexpected spark of attraction it had aroused in him, he decided to relent and let her in. What had he got to lose? If the piece turned out to be defamatory he wouldn’t hesitate to sue the newspaper.
    â€˜You’d better follow me inside.’
    He pulled opened the iron gates, and the grating sound they released set his teeth on edge.
    The brunette quickly edged past him. ‘Thank you. That’s very good of you.’
    â€˜Are you sure? Goodness isn’t something I’m generally known for,’ he quipped drily.
    A corner of what he could see was a pleasingly pretty mouth nudged in an unsure dimple before she glanced away and followed him across the gravel.
    When they reached the front door a blast of cold air along with a couple of dried, burnished leaves flew in from the driveway to accompany them.
    Seth frowned as he closed the door behind them. Answering her questions wouldn’t take long, he was sure. In truth he knew very little about the house’s history other than that it had been in Louisa’s family for generations. So why on earth had he broken his own rule to be wary and instead invited the woman inside?Was it really because it had been too long since he’d been genuinely attracted to a woman and he’d found the opportunity too good to miss?
    â€˜I would suggest we talk in the living room, but as yet there isn’t any furniture. I’m only here to look round today. You were lucky to find me in.’
    â€˜But you are the new owner?’ The girl’s even white teeth nervously clamped down on her fulsome lower lip.
    â€˜Yes, I am. Don’t worry...I haven’t invited you in under false pretences.’ Combing his tawny hair back with his fingers, Seth made a half-hearted attempt at a smile. A sense of