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GEMMA was wrenched out of a deep sleep by someone shaking her. Her eyes sprang open to find Damian Campbell sitting on the hotel bed beside her, peering worriedly down into her face. There was another equally worried-looking man hovering behind him. It took her a few moments to recognise him as the desk clerk from downstairs.

‘Are you all right, Gemma?’ Damian was asking anxiously. ‘You haven’t done anything silly, have you?’

‘Wh...what?’ she stammered, her head still fuzzy from sleep. ‘I...I...don’t know what you mean.’

Damian smiled. ‘She’s fine,’ he threw over his shoulder at the desk clerk. ‘You can go now. Thanks for letting me in. False alarm.’

Gemma’s mind slowly started working. She levered herself up on one elbow and watched the man leave. When he’d closed the door, her gaze returned to Damian. ‘What on earth did you tell him? My God, you thought I might have tried to kill myself, didn’t you?’

Damian shrugged. ‘Who knows what you might have done? I didn’t get your message for quite a while and you did say it was an emergency. When I rang the number and found out it was a hotel not far from the city, I decided to hot-foot it right over here instead of just ringing. Then when I knocked on your door, you didn’t answer.’

‘I was asleep!’

‘I can see that now.’

His smile was so sweet, Gemma couldn’t stay angry with him. ‘I...I’ve left Nathan,’ she admitted unhappily, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and sitting up properly.

‘I gathered that,’ came Damian’s gentle reply. He picked up her closest hand, stroking it soothingly with his other hand. After an initial instinctive resistance, Gemma soon found the action both relaxing and comforting. She closed her eyes and sighed.