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His grip tightened for a painful moment, then relaxed.

But instead of letting her go he drew her towards him. His face was set and intent, his eyes molten silver.

Helpless in a kind of reckless, fascinated thralldom, she forced herself to meet that fiercely intent gaze. In it she read passion, a desire that matched the desperate impulse she had no way of fighting.

He dropped his hands and took a step backwards.

‘A bit too soon—and very crass—to be making a move like that, surely?’ he said in a voice so level it took her a second or two to register the meaning of his words. ‘After all, Tom’s barely cold in his grave. You could make some pretence of missing him.’

The flick of scorn in his last sentence lashed her like a whip.