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‘Richmond Square?’ she replied, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. ‘That’s the hotel where I booked a conference room for early February and…’

Then her brain caught up with the name he had given her, and she inhaled through her nose as his fingers slid away from hers and rested lightly on the counter.

‘Did you just say Beresford? As in the Beresford family of hotel-owners?’

A smile flickered across his lips, which instantly drew her gaze, and her stupid little heart skipped a beat at the transformation in this man’s face that one simple smile made.

Lord, he was gorgeous. Riveting.

Oh, smile at me again and make my blood soar. Please?

And now she was ogling. How pathetic. Just because she was within touching distance of a real, live Beresford it did not mean that she had to go to pieces in front of him.

He gestured towards the nearest table and chairs.

‘You may need to sit down, Miss Flynn.’