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And Lottie’s heart sank.
Because suddenly the reason for Rob Beresford’s desire to explore other exits from the gallery became startling clear.
It was Adele Forrester.
And she had just staggered into one of the major installations from a very famous artist. It was by pure chance that the gallery owner had caught it in time to prevent a major disaster. On their opening night.
Ouch.
The problem was that Adele was treating it as a huge joke. Her hands were waving in the air but as she stepped forwards it was only too obvious that she was way too unsteady on her feet to be standing up.
Oh, Adele! Cold tablets plus champagne were a bad combination.
Any minute now she was going to fall over and embarrass and humiliate herself, which was the very last thing she needed!
Yep. Back door.
In a second she whipped off her apron and dropped it into the crate.
‘Adele.’ Lottie smiled as she strolled as casually as she could manage up to the stunningly dressed woman who was clinging on to the slightly intoxicated and more-than-slightly terrified gallery owner.
Adele turned towards her a little too quickly and her legs gave a definite wobble but Lottie stepped forwards, hooked her arm around Adele’s, and took her weight before anyone had a chance to notice. ‘I feel so guilty. I promised to save you some of that lemon drizzle cake you loved so much and now there are only three pieces left.’ Then she grinned and snuggled closer as though they were the best of pals and intent on a girl huddle. ‘I have kept them hidden in the kitchen for you. If you are ready?’
With one final laugh in the direction of the very relieved gallery owner, Adele clung on to Lottie and chatted merrily about how much she loved London. And cake. And champagne. But somehow Lottie held Adele mostly upright as they very slowly and sedately crossed the gallery and with one push they were through the doors and into the kitchen.
One bar stool and a plastic cake box later, Lottie could finally catch her breath and rub some life back into her arm. Give it five minutes and they would be on their way.
The sound of heavy male footsteps taking the stairs two at a time echoed up and Lottie closed her eyes.
Rob burst into the kitchen, his gaze taking in the scene, eyes flashing, dark and powerful. Accusing and angry. Full of that same fire and mistrust as the last time that they had met.
‘What’s going on?’ he asked, and he jerked his chin higher with every word.
‘Adele needs some air and lemon drizzle cake. I was helping her to get both. Okay?’
The Rob she had met three years ago had been obscenely confident of who he was. Master of the universe. Demanding and expecting everyone to worship his talent and magnificence. And that man was right here in the room all over again.
‘I can take it from here. She’s fine. Just fine.’
But as she nodded Lottie was incapable of dragging her gaze from those stunning eyes.
And the longer she looked, the more she recognised something so startling and surprising that it unnerved her.
Rob might appear to be the most confident and put-together and in-control man that she had ever met, but in those eyes she recognised anxiety and concern.
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