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interesting question to answer might be who are you ?’ he grated. ‘More to the point, what the hell are you doing in Brad Sullivan’s house?’
    Elizabeth, momentarily mesmerised by the ripple ofmuscle clearly shown beneath the man’s tight black sweater, now recoiled as she heard the anger in his voice. ‘I work here.’
    ‘As what?’
    Elizabeth wasn’t sure she particularly cared for the insult that she detected in his tone. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but my name is Elizabeth Brown, and I’ve been staying at Sullivan House so that I might catalogue Mr Sullivan’s extensive library for him.’
    ‘ You’re Dr E. Brown?’ The man straightened, his dark gaze incredulous as it ran over Elizabeth from her head to her toes.
    ‘That’s correct, yes,’ she confirmed guardedly, wondering why her name should mean anything to him. At the same time she felt incredibly warm under the intensity of his dark gaze.
    ‘Dr Elizabeth Brown?’
    She swallowed hard. ‘Well…yes. It’s an academic title rather than a medical one.’ Why was she explaining herself to this man? What was it about him that compelled her to answer him? That made the very air about him seem to crackle with the force of his will?
    ‘And here I was, expecting the good doctor to be a man,’ the burglar-who-wasn’t-a-burglar murmured, with a self-derisive shake of his head. ‘Would that be the same Dr E. Brown who, a week ago, sent a next-day delivery letter to one Rogan Sullivan, at a PO Box in New York, to inform him that his father had suffered a heart attack and was seriously ill in hospital?’
    Elizabeth gaped at him. There was no other word to describe it.
    Dr Elizabeth Brown, respected university lecturer, most definitely gaped!
    Surely the only way that this tall, dark and magnetically handsome man could know about that urgently sent letter would be if he was Rogan Sullivan himself?
    The son of Brad Sullivan, who, as Mrs Baines had informed Elizabeth, hadn’t been back to the family home in Cornwall for over fifteen years!

Chapter Two
    ‘T EA …?’ Rogan prompted mockingly as Elizabeth Brown— Dr Elizabeth Brown—moved dazedly across the kitchen to sit down on one of the breakfast stools, even while she continued to stare at him with a frown on her face.
    She probably had to sit down before she fell down, Rogan acknowledged ruefully. No doubt it had been unnerving earlier, for this woman to suddenly hear someone banging and crashing about the kitchen and believing it to be a burglar. Only to now discover it was Brad Sullivan’s long-lost son come to visit. A very short visit, if Rogan had his way.
    ‘Tea would be…lovely,’ she accepted. ‘Um…Did you also receive the second letter I sent you?’
    ‘Nope,’ Rogan said shortly.
    ‘Oh.’
    Rogan’s mouth twisted as he took pity on her dismayed expression. ‘I know my father died, Elizabeth.’
    How could Elizabeth have missed the fact that this man talked with an American accent? Probably because she had been too captivated by those deep and melodious tones to notice!
    If she hadn’t been so mesmerised then she might haveadded two and two together and realised this man was probably related to Brad Sullivan. That he was, in fact, Brad Sullivan’s son…
    ‘Don’t look for any physical resemblance between Brad and me,’ Rogan Sullivan rasped harshly, the bitterness of his tone unmistakable. ‘Or any other resemblance, for that matter. There isn’t one, thank God!’
    ‘I was just thinking what a pity it was that you had to learn of your father’s death from a hospital official,’ she said defensively.
    He grimaced. ‘I haven’t been to the hospital. I did call, but they refused to give out any information on Brad’s condition over the telephone. Luckily his lawyer was more forthcoming,’ he added. ‘About Brad’s death and the instructions he gave him to arrange the funeral.’
    Elizabeth gave a pained wince at this reminder that the funeral was