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“What are you doing here?”

Luc’s eyes found hers. He smiled suddenly, brilliantly. “Reconsidering my strategy,” he said. His voice was full of that infuriating secret amusement again.

To Christina’s complete astonishment, he leaned down and slid the sunglasses down her nose so that he could speak straight into her suspicious eyes.

“Don’t look so alarmed, Christina Howard.”

He bent his head before she knew what he was about and gave her a light, searing kiss full on her startled mouth.

Then he was gone, slipping like a shadow among the shadows of the waterfront buildings. Christina stared after him. The kiss had been so brief that she was not sure whether she had conjured it up from her fevered imagination. But then she touched her throbbing lips. It was not her imagination. God knew who he was or what he wanted but, whatever it was, he was there.

Irrationally, recklessly, her heart began to sing.