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And he'd understood. She felt relief sweep through her.
"I got your message," he said in a low voice.
She smiled at him and leaned against the edge of the door. "It wasn't just meant for you," she explained.
"Really," he replied. "So, I'm just another one of your followers, am I?" he teased.
She shook her head. "I might have lots of followers, but you're sure one in a million," she retorted. She narrowed her eyes, realising how sharp that might sound. "You know that already, though. Don't you?"
"For a while there, I wasn't sure," he said. He tilted his head. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"You want to come into my private place?" she asked lifting a brow. "I'm afraid it's nothing like your desert retreat."
He peered over her shoulder to the inside of the apartment. "Looks nice."
She pulled the door open and extended a hand. He moved past her and she caught the aroma of his scent. It triggered an instant reaction, memories flooding into her mind. She pushed them away.
Although she was glad to see him, she wanted her mind to be as clear as possible. She wondered what he'd come here to say to her.
It couldn't be one last goodbye, could it?
Butterflies started fluttering in her belly at that thought.
He sat down on the sofa and she sat alongside him, making sure she kept a sensible distance.
He gazed around the room and nodded approvingly. "I can see that Rashid spared no expense."
She shrugged. "It's okay."
There was an awkwardness between them that she hadn't expected.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked, probably too quickly to avoid seeming preoccupied.
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. He leaned forward, stretching an arm across the back of the sofa. He looked so calm, so focused.
"About that message," he said.
She lifted her brows and tightened her lips, almost fearful of saying anything that would break the spell of this moment.
He paused a moment, his gaze lowering as if he was trying to find just the right words. Maybe he realized this was important. That, by coming here, there was a purpose behind the visit. Something he wanted.
Something they both wanted.
He gazed into her eyes. "Was it meant for me?" he asked.
Gemma smiled softly and nodded. Still, words failed her. All she could think of was the way he was looking at her. The dark, seductive look in his eyes that made her feel the same warmth she'd felt last night.
Her heart was beating faster, now.
"I was waiting," he said. "You know that, don't you?"
She squinted at him. "For what?"
He leaned closer. "A signal."
She tilted her head wanting him to continue, needing him to confirm what she'd hoped would be the effect of those brief words.
"What kind of a signal?" she asked hesitantly.
