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‘Mr Devlin—’

‘Alistair,’ he whispered.

‘Mr Devlin,’ Victoria repeated, closing her eyes. ‘I beg you to listen to me—’

‘I don’t want to listen,’ he said, drawing close.

‘I want … this.’

And then … he kissed her.

Victoria had been kissed before; once by a fumbling youth in a childhood game and once by a friend in a Christmas theatrical. But she had never been kissed like this. Never been made to feel as though she was in danger of losing her mind. The searing heat of Alistair’s mouth obliterated every rational thought, and for a moment she didn’t care that she must tell him a potentially damaging truth.

All she knew was that she was falling in love with Alistair Devlin. Whatever happened tomorrow would have no bearing on that.

Slowly, reluctantly, they drew apart, their eyes holding each other’s in the dim evening light. Victoria hadn’t known it was possible to feel like this, but she did know that things would never be the same between them again. Soon she would have to tell him the truth. Soon she would have to explain why this secret life had been imposed on her. But in the aftermath of his kiss all she wanted to do was draw his head down to hers and kiss him again …