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‘I won’t,’ he said curtly.
‘But I’d be grateful if you’d look at this one and—’
As Kristin opened a magazine at the appropriate page and reached for another, he walked back to the four-poster.
‘I’m worn out,’ he said, and stretched out on top of the bed.
She looked rapidly through the magazines, opening and closing them until six of her columns were selected and set out, ready and waiting for his appraisal.
‘They’ll give you a good idea of my versatility,’ she said, taking a couple of steps towards the bed. ‘But please, would you bear in mind that I’m writing for a specific market? Which doesn’t—’
She stopped mid-sentence. Matthew looked so strong and virile and so...bare that she was suddenly conscious of being alone with him in his bedroom in the still of the night. She felt abruptly aware of how sexy and desirable he was.
He yawned. ‘Which doesn’t what?’ he asked.
‘Which doesn’t mean I can’t write for a national newspaper,’ she jabbered. ‘I don’t expect you to keel over with delight when you read my column—’
‘Thank God.’
‘But if you could take a little time to study it in the morning I’d be grateful.’ Spinning round, Kristin marched to the door. ‘Goodnight.’
‘Stop!’ he ordered as she reached out to press down on the handle.
She turned. ‘Sorry?’
Leaping up from the bed, Matthew strode rapidly across the room to grab hold of her arm and draw her back from the door.
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