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‘I own this house.’
Her head shot up. ‘No, you don’t. Mr Voronov does.’
‘I am Voronov,’ he said. ‘Nikolai Aleksandrovich Voronov. You are talking about my grandfather.’
Sybella’s knees turned to jelly and a funny buzzing sound began to ring in her ears.
‘Kolya?’ she said a little faintly.
His eyes narrowed and Sybella felt as if she’d been knocked over in the snow for the second time tonight. Somehow, some way, she’d got this all wrong.
He looked her up and down.
‘Who did you say you were?’
CHAPTER THREE
IN TROUBLE, THAT was who she was.
‘I asked you a question,’ he repeated.
Yes, he had, and he expected an answer, she interpreted from the way he just stood there, arms folded, on closer inspection less like a bear and more like some angry Norse god.
‘Speak,’ he commanded.
She literally jumped but then her training kicked in. She handled tour groups of small children regularly and knew one had to establish rules and boundaries if chaos wasn’t to ensue.
‘I think you need to calm down,’ she said shakily, aware her heart was beating so fast she should probably take her own advice.
He took out his phone.
‘Wh-what are you doing?’
‘Ringing the police.’
Oh, that wasn’t good.
Sybella didn’t think, she just made a snatch for his phone. It wasn’t the cleverest thing she could have done, but once the area’s constabulary were involved this would be around the village in a flash. Her parents-in-law already thought she wasn’t handling her life to their satisfaction. It would be another reason why she and Fleur should move in with them.
He held the phone just out of her reach, which was easy for him, given he appeared to be a god stepped down from Asgard. Sybella wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d grabbed a stake of lightning while he was at it. Only he was looking down at her as if she were a puppy with muddy paws that had suddenly decided to jump on him.
It was beyond frustrating.
‘Please,’ she tried again, ‘this is just a misunderstanding.’
‘Nyet, this is trespass. I want you off my property.’
Sybella shook her head in disbelief. ‘Are you going to let me explain?’
‘Nyet.’
She stepped up to him and laid her hand on his forearm. ‘Please, you have to listen. I’m not a trespasser.’
He frowned.
‘I’ve never trespassed in my life. Not knowingly.’
Which was when the committee members of the Heritage Trust appeared out of the side entrance of Edbury Hall, humming like a hive of wasps.
Sybella’s heart began to beat so fast she seriously thought she might pass out.
‘Who in the hell are they?’ he demanded, because clearly nothing was getting past this guy.
‘The Heritage Trust committee,’ she croaked. This was a disaster! She had to go and warn them.
Turning quickly, she didn’t notice the bag at her feet until her boot caught on it and Sybella found herself for the second time tonight arms extended, launched head first for the snow.
Strong hands caught her around the waist and literally lifted her, this time bringing her into contact with his big, hard body. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was the wrong move. Sensation zipped through her body like an electrical charge and it dipped right between her legs.
Sybella panicked and tried to pull away but he had her held tight.
‘Stop wriggling,’ he ordered gruffly and she stopped. Mainly because her face was dangerously close to his and a part of her was finding the physical contact thrilling.
‘Can you—just—look, stop holding me!’ She was mumbling this into his bare neck, because apparently he thought hugging her to him was a good idea.
It wasn’t. Even with the layers of fabric between them she’d been a man-free zone for so long it was like landing on planet Mars and discovering there wasn’t enough gravity to hold you down. Worse, he smelt awfully good, manly in a way she had forgotten, and, combined with his warm solidity, she was beginning to enjoy all the contact.
Not interested in sex? She’d clearly sent a message out into the universe and the sneaky gods had sent down one of their own to make a liar of her.
