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and cacti of the adjoining section.
    She paused for a heartbeat as the glass door swung shut behind her, then blinked a few times and carried on walking.
    He hadn’t recognised her.
    She’d been prepared to go in smiling, laugh that embarrassing incident in their past off and put it down to not being able to hold her liquor. In short, she’d planned to be every bit as sophisticated as her wardrobe suggested she could be.
    But she hadn’t needed to.
    She pressed a palm against her sternum. Her heart was fluttering like a hummingbird.
    That was good, wasn’t it? That he hadn’t connected Chloe Michaels the horticultural student with Chloe Michaels, new Head Orchid Keeper. They could just start afresh, behave like mature adults.
    Inwardly, Chloe winced as she continued walking along the metal-grilled flooring, past an array of spiky plants from across the globe.
    Okay, last time they’d met, Daniel Bradford hadn’t had any problems behaving maturely and appropriately. Any
mis
behaving had been purely down to her. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, even all these years later.
    She was being stupid. He must have taught loads of courses over the years, met hundreds of awestruck students. Why would he remember one frizzy-haired mouse who’d hidden her ample curves in men’s T-shirts and baggy trousers? He wouldn’t. It made sense he hadn’t even remembered her name.
    Or her face.
    That, too, made sense. She looked very different now.
    This Cinderella hadn’t needed a fairy godmother to give her a makeover; she’d done it herself the summer she’d left horticultural college. No pumpkins, no fairy dust. Just the horrified look on Prince Charming’s face had been enough to shove her in the right direction. TheMouse was long gone; long live the new Chloe Michaels. And she’d been doing a very good job of reigning supreme for almost a decade.
    Only …
    A little part of her—a previously undiscovered masochistic part of her—had obviously been hoping he
would
remember, because now disappointment was sucking her insides flat like a deflated balloon. She sighed. She never had had any sense where the gorgeous Daniel Bradford had been concerned. But show her a human being with a double X chromosome who did.
    It was something to do with those long legs, that lean physique, those pale green, almost glacial eyes. Add a hint of rawness to the package, the sense that he’d just barely made it back from the last expedition into a dark and remote jungle, and it tended to do strange things to a girl’s head.
    Maybe that could explain the way she’d acted back there, the things she’d said …
    Mae West?
What had she been thinking?
    While she knew the ‘new and improved’ Chloe had easy self-assurance, there was confidence and there was sheer recklessness. She’d intended to be calm and professional. She certainly hadn’t intended to tease him …
flirt
with him.
    However, a little voice in her head had been pushing her, feeding her lines, especially when his eyeballs had all but popped out of his head when he’d been trying to read her spinning nametag. There had been something so satisfying about seeing him that close to drooling that she just hadn’t been able to stop herself.
    It wouldn’t happen again, though. Couldn’t.
    But Chloe’s lips curved as she pushed the main door of the conservatory open and walked out into the spring sunshine. She wiped the smile off her face—literally—with a manicured hand and shook her head.
    It didn’t matter just how much saliva had pooled in the bottom of Daniel Bradford’s mouth when he’d looked at her, because she was never, ever going down that road again. And it didn’t matter just how ferocious the monster crush she’d had on him ten years ago had been, because there was one thing she was certain of …
    She’d shoot herself before she got within kissing distance of him ever again.
    Daniel hung from a spot halfway up the climbing wall at his local sports centre and