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His shirt was open to the third button, his silk tie hanging loose around his neck in the classic, clichéd image from every red-blooded woman’s slickest fantasy. But that was where the dream ended, because Kit’s face was like chiselled marble and his hooded eyes were as cold as ice.

And in that second, in a rush of horror and pain, his expression—completely deadpan apart from the slight curl of his lip as he looked at her across the space that separated them—said it all.

‘You unutterable bastard,’ she breathed.

She didn’t wait for a response. Somehow she made her trembling legs carry her out of the wine cellar and along the corridor, while her horrified mind struggled to take in the enormity of what had just happened. She had proved Kit Fitzroy right. She had played straight into his hands and revealed herself as the faithless, worthless gold-digger he’d taken her for all along.