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For a moment she just went on standing there, looking at him.

Letting the impact he made on her retinas be absorbed into her.

‘Goodnight, Celeste,’ Rafael answered. He gave her a brief nod of farewell and got back into the car. The chauffeur slammed the door and went to the driver’s seat.

Celeste stepped inside the entrance hall, shut the door and went upstairs. Her heart-rate was raised, she knew.

It’s the stairs—just the stairs—because I’m hurrying too much!

But it was not the stairs. For as she turned on the light in her flat and went to the living room windows to pull the curtains, and looked down to the pavement at the car starting to pull into the road now that she was safely inside, she could feel her heart’s hectic beating.

And she knew exactly what had caused it.

Rafael Sanguardo …

His name echoed in her head. Circling around. Not letting her go.