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Оглавление“Are you okay?”
She steadied herself on the wall, taking a deep breath of relief before turning to speak to her rescuer. But the words died in her throat.
Bright blue eyes and a broad chest obstructed her view. Even on a dark Paris night those blue eyes would have attracted her attention. He was tall, dark-haired, with a broad chest, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans with a dark wool coat on top.
He smiled as he looked down at all the people below. “I'm sorry if I startled you. But you looked frightened.”
“I was. Thank you.” She shook her coat free, letting some air circulate around her, and pulled her red hat from her hair. “There—that's much better.”
“It certainly is.”
He was smiling appreciatively at her and for a second she was unnerved. But, no. There was nothing predatory about her rescuer. He had kind eyes. And the man exuded sex appeal from twenty paces. If her up-close-and-personal alarm was going off it wasn't because she was scared—it was because it had been jolted back into life. About time too.
She held out her hand towards him. “Ruby. Ruby Wetherspoon from England.”
His warm hand closed around hers. “Alex,” he said simply.
Her eyes glanced up and down his body. The dark wool coat seemed a little strange for a young guy—a little formal.
“Are you from here?”
The corners of his lips turned upwards. “Close enough.”
Mystery. She liked it. Perfect for New Year's Eve.
