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She shifted in the bed, the glimmer of dawn seeping into the night sky illuminating the empty space beside her. A thin strip of light glowed under the bathroom door.
Thank goodness.
Cade had to be in there, even though she couldn’t hear him.
Gathering the sheet, she tucked it around herself and scooted off the bed. She needed to get back to her own room before he reappeared. She must have been asleep for hours.
She found her discarded underwear and dropped the sheet to slip it on, wincing slightly as the lace brushed against the beard burn on her breasts, her thighs.
Classy, much?
The beautiful gown was hopelessly crushed, the creases in the jewelled silk a testament to her staggeringly ill-judged decision to revisit the catastrophic choices of her youth.
How on earth was she going to explain to Melody she’d missed most of the event? And how did she square the decision to sleep with Brandon Cade again with the knowledge she had given birth to his child and had never told him of Ruby’s existence?
She tugged on the gown, scrabbling around until she found her heels.
The light from the bathroom was still on. Should she leave him a note? She dismissed the notion. Brandon Cade would be through with her now.
And, anyway, she was through with him too. So they were all good.
As long as she didn’t factor in his four-year-old daughter.
Don’t think about that now. Once you’re back in London, you can regroup, rethink, revisit all the things you learned about him tonight.
Not that the new information she’d gathered amounted to very much. Other than the fact he still had the ability to make her lose her ever-loving mind, forget all her priorities and climax on demand.
She swallowed around the growing lump of guilt...and shame...and panic...and tiptoed out of the bedroom with her heels in her hand.
She shot through the dimly lit living area and grabbed her bag, which was sitting on a coffee table... Had she put it there? She couldn’t even remember.
The staggering view of the Eiffel Tower was now lit by the red light of the approaching dawn. Gulping down an unsteady breath, she dived towards the door.
She was halfway there when a low voice—edged with fury—whispered through the darkness.
‘Where are you off to, Lacey?’
She swung round, clutching her shoes and her bag, and spotted Brandon sitting in the shadows of the room, watching her.
The lump rammed her throat and her heartbeat hit warp speed.
Had he been lying in wait for her?
She cleared her throat, trying to calm her frantic pulse and speak round the rapidly expanding lump. ‘I’m going back to my room.’
Then I’m getting dressed and heading for the Gare du Nord to take the first train back to London—and get the heck out of Dodge.
He turned on a light on the table beside him. He wore sweat pants and a T-shirt, his feet bare. It was the most casual clothing she’d ever seen him wear. But, when he stood up and walked towards her, it didn’t make an appreciable difference to her erratic heartrate. Or the power and purpose which emanated from him.
How could he still look so overwhelming?
He cupped her cheek, making her tense, drew his thumb across her lips—lips now red from his kisses. She let out a shuddering breath. She could still feel him inside her, taking her to places no other man had ever taken her.
Focus, Lacey, for goodness’ sake.
She dragged herself away from his touch.
‘Why are you in such a hurry, Lacey?’ he asked as his hand dropped, but the harsh light in his eyes belied the conversational tone. ‘Or should I call you Lizzy?’
