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‘We’re visiting a dusty vault, not attending a state funeral.’
Her belly tightened at his probing look and she forced a careless shrug. ‘This is England, Damion. The weather turns at the drop of a hat and I hate being cold.’
She turned with relief as Simpson walked in with her small suitcase. She went to take it but Damion beat her to it. His fingers brushed over hers, making her heightened senses shriek in hysterical warning. But he seemed totally oblivious as he thumbed the electronic key and stowed the case in the boot.
He glanced at the disappearing Simpson and frowned.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘Is this all you’re taking with you?’
‘Yep, I have a PhD in travelling light.’
His upper lip curled ever so slightly, making Reiko’s hackles rise in response. ‘I suspect you’d need to, in your profession.’
She felt her smile slip and struggled to keep control. ‘If you don’t mind, I’d prefer the insults to start after I’ve digested my breakfast. Now, can I have a minute to say goodbye?’
His eyes cooled as they flicked to Trevor. ‘Make it quick. I don’t have all day.’
She went to Trevor and brushed her lips over his bearded cheek. ‘I know you want to clobber him, but try and rise above it, okay?’
Trevor’s lips twisted. ‘I want to do more than clobber him. But I have to trust you know what you’re doing.’
She smiled, despite knowing Trevor would be no match for Damion. The whipcord strength in the Frenchman’s broad shoulders and that aura of power that radiated off him meant Damion Fortier need never lift a finger in a show of force.
Straightening, she stepped outside and encountered a stony-faced Damion. A dangerous edge of something she couldn’t quite name vibrated off him as he held the passenger door open. The hard slam of the car door rattled her teeth, but she kept the smile on her face for Trevor’s sake.
The moment Damion slid in beside her, Reiko found breathing difficult. The already cramped space diminished even further, the mixture of his scent and the smell of the soft black leather of the luxury car made the air intoxicating in the extreme.
Her trembling fingers had barely secured her seatbelt before he was accelerating down the lane.
‘You do realise you’re not coming back here until after I have my painting?’
She frowned. ‘Yes.’
His gaze left the road for a second. ‘The size of your case seems to indicate otherwise. If you have any thoughts of returning here any time soon, kill them now.’
‘Our agreement still stands. I packed a small case because I didn’t want Trevor to worry. Whatever else I need I can get later.’
His lips tightened. ‘Does he know of our past?’
‘What past?’ she taunted and watched his nostrils flare in irritation.
‘Is he your only lover or do you have one of those progressive relationships?’
‘Our relationship is based on truth and trust. More than I can say for whatever it was you and I had.’ She sucked in a sustaining breath and wished she hadn’t. Damion’s scent filled every pore of her being, invading her skin as he’d invaded her dreams last night. ‘And, for the record, my relationship with Trevor is none of your business.’
As for other relationships … the very thought made her snort bitterly.
Stormy grey eyes sliced into her. ‘You find me amusing?’ he rasped, his tone chilly.
‘Amusing? No. Inappropriate? Definitely. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with this commission. So, before one of us blows our top, I suggest we change the subject.’
His hands clenched over the wheel, his hooded gaze on a red light. As if he’d willed it, it turned green.
Damion’s foot slammed on the accelerator, sending the car surging forward.
‘I agree. This isn’t a subject I find palatable. Why did you buy the Femme en Mer?’
