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‘HELLO…?’ Jinx at once berated herself for sounding so hesitant as she answered the telephone call later that evening. After what he had said earlier, Nik Prince was sure to be the caller, and being hesitant around that man could only lead to him attempting to walk all over her—only attempting, of course, because he wouldn’t succeed!

But he had been right about the reporter and photographer; the two of them were still waiting outside. In fact, the photographer had left for a brief time and returned with a car, in which the two of them now sat. It looked as if they were even eating hamburgers and drinking cola now, too. And waiting. And they appeared to be able to carry on doing just that for as long as it took for Jinx to have to finally leave the house, if only in order to buy food.

‘Juliet?’ a female voice answered. ‘Juliet Nixon?’

Jinx’s wariness increased at hearing this unfamiliar voice. ‘Yes…’

‘This is Stazy Hunter,’ the woman responded. ‘We met briefly at Susan and Leo’s the other weekend.’

As if Jinx needed any reminding of who the other woman was! And where they had met wasn’t the relevant point at the moment—the fact that this woman was Nik Prince’s sister was!

She straightened defensively, unsure yet as to whether the other woman had got her telephone number from her brother or from Susan. ‘What can I do for you, Mrs Hunter?’

‘Please call me Stazy,’ the other woman invited, her American accent softer and less pronounced than her brother’s. ‘And I believe your friends call you Jinx…?’

Yes, they did—but she very much doubted this woman was ever going to become her friend. ‘I don’t wish to sound rude, but exactly why have you telephoned me, Mrs—Stazy?’ she corrected awkwardly; she would so much rather have kept things formal between the two of them, but at the same time Stazy Hunter sounded a genuinely warm and friendly person. So unlike her eldest brother!

The other woman gave a husky laugh. ‘Don’t worry, I don’t have Nik breathing down my neck listening in on the conversation!’

That was something, at least! ‘But he did ask you to telephone me?’ Jinx said sharply.

‘Yes, he—he’s concerned about you…’ Stazy Hunter told her ruefully.

‘Then he has no right to be,’ Jinx snapped. ‘Something I have already told him once today!’

‘So I believe,’ Stazy chuckled appreciatively.

How much had Nik told his sister about the two of them? Not that there was a ‘two of them’, but she didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of Nik discussing her with his sister at all.

‘Is the reporter still there?’ Stazy asked.

Jinx thought briefly of lying to the other woman, but what would be the point of doing that? Nik, when told of the conversation by his sister—as Jinx was sure he would be, even if he wasn’t breathing down Stazy’s neck right now!—would be sure to know that she was lying.

‘Before you answer that,’ Stazy Hunter continued warmly, ‘may I just say how much I enjoyed your book. It made me cry as well as laugh,’ she added sincerely.

Nik really had been confiding in his sister, hadn’t he? Although it would probably have been a little difficult explaining his ‘concern’ for Jinx without telling the other woman of her connection to J. I. Watson.

Nevertheless, Jinx felt a warm glow at the other woman’s praise for No Ordinary Boy. The books, five of them in all, had been written from the heart, and had made Jinx ‘cry as well as laugh’ too.

‘Thank you,’ she accepted huskily. ‘And, yes, the reporter is still here, but it really isn’t a problem.’ At the moment…!

If the pair outside were set in for the duration, then it could definitely become a problem. And Jinx had a feeling that was exactly what they were going to do.

‘Are you sure?’ The frown could be heard in Stazy’s voice. ‘I know how intrusive the press can be.’

Well, she would, wouldn’t she? Jinx acknowledged; Damien Prince, the legendary Hollywood actor, although dead for some time now, had been Stazy’s father as well as Nik’s, which meant the other woman had probably grown up surrounded by that intrusive press.

‘They really aren’t a problem,’ Jinx repeated. ‘It’s very kind of you to have called in this way, Stazy,’ she added briskly, ‘but—’

‘Kindness has little to do with it,’ the other woman assured her. ‘But I didn’t just telephone to check up on the reporter. Nik thinks, and I have to agree with him, that it would be a good idea if you came here and stayed with me for a few days. You and your father, of course.’

Jinx frowned, totally speechless just at the idea of Nik putting forward the idea of inviting her to stay at the home of his sister.

‘Then he has no right to think any such thing!’ she finally answered incredulously. ‘For one thing, I wouldn’t dream of intruding on you and your family in that way—’

‘Oh, you wouldn’t be intruding,’ Stazy Hunter assured her. ‘In fact, Jordan is away on business for a few days, so I would quite enjoy having some female company.’

‘For another, it’s totally unnecessary,’ Jinx added firmly. ‘I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, Stazy, it’s just that—I’m well aware of whose idea this actually was! But please assure Nik that I don’t need his help, that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.’ She hoped she didn’t sound too rude to the other woman; she just wanted to make sure that Nik got the message she wanted him to receive—which was, ‘Leave me alone!’

‘Okay,’ Stazy accepted, obviously not in the least offended. ‘But I’ll leave you my telephone number, anyway, shall I? Just in case.’

In case of what, Jinx had no idea, but she wrote the other woman’s telephone number down anyway before saying goodbye.

She continued to sit by the telephone for several minutes after ending the call, a frown marring her creamy brow. Nik just couldn’t stop interfering in her life, could he? Well, hopefully, that last message, relayed to him via his sister, might make him falter a little in his tracks. Although, knowing Nik, Jinx wouldn’t count on it.

And did she really want him to just disappear completely from her life? She could be honest with herself, at least!

The answer was no, that even the last few hours of thinking about never seeing Nik again had left her with a heavy, oppressive feeling.

Could she really be falling in love with him?

Or was she already in love with him?

She heaved a big sigh, unable to deceive herself any longer. She loved Nik, but the problem of No Ordinary Boy apart, there could never be a future for them together. Nik wasn’t a man interested in for ever, and she was a woman who wouldn’t settle for anything less.

Impasse.

Better to just leave things as they were. She would get over this in time. Wouldn’t she…?

Not that there seemed much chance of her having that time when she looked out the window the next morning and found, not just the one reporter and photographer outside, but a dozen or more, cameras at the ready, at the moment all focused on the tall man getting out from behind the wheel of a dark green Jaguar.

Nik!

His expression was grim as he strode through the reporters and photographers, looking to neither left nor right, totally ignoring the barrage of questions being thrown at him, although it was impossible to stop the cameras flashing away.

In the circumstances, Jinx felt she had no option but to at least open the door to him, stepping out of the way as Nik turned to shut the door in the face of the more determined reporters who had followed him down the pathway. He looked cool and assured in a black shirt and faded denims, dark hair still looking wet from where he had taken a shower.

Which was more than could be said for Jinx. Having only just got out of bed, she was wearing a silky peach-coloured robe over a matching nightgown, her hair still tousled from sleep, her face completely make-upless.

‘What on earth is going on?’ she gasped. ‘Where did they all come from?’ She gave an airy wave in the direction of the front of the house.

Nik’s expression remained grim. ‘Have you seen the newspapers this morning?’

‘Not yet. Mrs Holt usually brings it with her when she comes in the mornings, and it isn’t time for her to arrive yet.’ Which wasn’t surprising, considering it was only eight o’clock in the morning!

He gave a shake of his head. ‘If she has any sense, she won’t bother!’ he rasped. ‘How long will it take you to collect up the things you and your father might need for at least a couple of days away?’

‘Five minutes,’ she answered dazedly. ‘What was in the newspapers, Nik?’ she asked as some of her normal composure started to come back to her.

‘Actually, so far it’s just the one—the one the initial reporter works for, presumably. But that won’t remain the case after today. And you can definitely say goodbye to any idea of anonymity; there’s a photograph to accompany the article speculating whether or not you’re J. I. Watson!’ He looked pointedly out of the window at the people milling around outside the house, obviously just waiting for a glimpse of the famous but elusive author.

Jinx put her hands up to her face as the enormity of what was happening washed over her. ‘This is awful,’ she groaned. ‘Just awful!’

‘Yes.’ Nik didn’t even attempt to soften the blow. ‘You do realize you should have got out of here last night when Stazy asked you to?’

Her hands dropped back to her sides, her face pale now as she looked up at him. ‘Don’t you mean, when you asked me to?’ she challenged.

‘Me. Stazy. What the hell difference does it make who suggested it?’ he growled. ‘You should have damn well taken the opportunity to get out of here! As it is, the house is now surrounded like a three-ring circus!’

She could see that—she also had no idea how her father was going to react to all this when he came down in half an hour or so.

Her father.

No matter what she might personally want, she knew it was her father she had to think of now. And getting him away from here, from reporters and photographers, had to be her first priority.

‘What do you want me to do?’ she said briskly.

Nik raised surprised brows at her sudden acquiescence. ‘Now you start being cooperative!’

Jinx felt the colour warm her cheeks. ‘I had no idea it was going to—to escalate like this!’ she defended impatiently.

‘No, in your naivety, you probably didn’t.’

Her eyes flashed deeply violet. ‘We aren’t all as world-weary and cynical as you, you know!’

Nik became suddenly still, looking down at her with hooded eyes. ‘Is that how you see me?’ he asked slowly. ‘As world-weary and cynical?’