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  ‘How about you let me buy you dinner one night, so I can thank you properly?’ Colour tinged her cheeks.

  ‘You want to buy me dinner?’ He didn’t even attempt to keep the surprise from his voice. Women didn’t ask him out on dates. It just didn’t happen. For certain, they thought nothing of cajoling him into taking them out to expensive restaurants and lavishing them with expensive clothes and jewellery—something he was happy to oblige them in, enjoying having beautiful women on his arm. But taking the initiative and offering him a night out...?

  In Francesco’s world, man was king. Women were very much pretty trinkets adorning the arm and keeping the bed warm. Men did the running, initially at least, following the traps set by the women so the outcome was assured.

  She nodded, cradling her coffee. ‘It’s the least I can do.’

  He studied her a touch longer, gazing into soft hazel eyes that didn’t waver from his stare.

  Was there an agenda to her surprising offer of dinner?

  No. He did not believe so. But Francesco was an expert on female body language and there was no doubt in his mind that she was interested in him.

  He was tempted. Very tempted.

  He’d thought about her numerous times since her accident. There had even been occasions when he’d found his hand on the phone ready to call the hospital to see how she was. Each time he had dismissed the notion. The woman was a stranger. All the same, he’d been enraged to learn the police had failed to track down the man who’d so callously knocked her down. The driver had gone into hiding. Unfortunately for the driver, Francesco had a photographic memory.

  It had taken Francesco’s vast network precisely two hours to track the driver down. It had taken Francesco less than five minutes to convince the man to hand himself in. By the time he’d finished his ‘little chat’ with him, the man had been begging to be taken to the police station. Francesco had been happy to oblige.

  And now she had come to him.

  And he was tempted to take her up on her offer of a meal—not that he would let her pay. It went against everything he believed in. Men took care of their women. The end.

  If it was any other woman he wouldn’t think twice. But this one was different. For a start, she was a doctor. She was a force for good in a world that was cruel and ugly.

  Despite her age and profession, Hannah had an air of innocence about her. Or it could just be that she was totally without artifice. Either way, she had no business getting involved with the likes of him.

  If he was a lesser man he would take advantage of her obvious interest, just like his father would have done if he’d been alive.

  But he would not be that man. This woman was too...pure was the word that came to mind. If she were the usual kind of woman who frequented his world, he would have no hesitation in spelling out how she could repay her so-called debt to him. Naked. And horizontal.

  ‘You owe me nothing,’ he stated flatly.

  ‘I do...’

  ‘No.’ He cut her off. ‘What you consider to be your debt is not redeemable. I did what I did without any thought of payback—consider the fact you are alive and healthy and able to do the job you love to be my payment.’

  The animation on her face dimmed a little. ‘So you won’t let me buy you dinner?’

  ‘Look around you. You don’t belong in this seedy world, Dr Chapman. I thank you for taking the time to visit me, but now I have business to attend to.’

  ‘That sounds like a dismissal.’

  ‘I am a busy man.’

  Those hazel eyes held his for the longest time before she cast him the most beautiful smile he’d ever been the recipient of, lighting her face into something dazzling.

  Then, to his utter shock, Hannah levered herself so her torso was on the bar and pressed her lips to his.

  They were the softest of lips, a gentle touch that sent tiny darts fizzing through his blood.

  He caught a faint whiff of coffee before she pulled away.

  ‘Thank you. For everything,’ she said, slipping back down onto her stool then getting to her feet. Her cheeks glowing, she finished her coffee and reached for her bag, her eyes never leaving his. ‘I will never forget what you’ve done for me, Francesco. You have my undying gratitude.’

  As she turned to leave, he called out after her, ‘Your sister—she has the same family name as you?’

  She nodded.

  ‘I’ll leave word that Melanie Chapman’s hen party is to be given priority at the door on Friday.’

  A groove appeared in her forehead. ‘Okay,’ she said slowly, clearly not having the faintest idea what he was talking about.

  ‘Your sister will know what it means.’ A half smile stole over his face. ‘Tell her she’ll be on the list.’

  ‘Ah—on the list!’ The groove disappeared. Somehow the sparkle in her eyes glittered even stronger. ‘I know what that means. That’s incredibly lovely of you.’

  ‘I wouldn’t go that far,’ he dismissed, already regretting his impulsive offer, which had come from where he knew not, but which unsettled him almost as much as her kiss.

  Francesco never acted on impulse.

  That same serene smile that had curved her cheeks when she’d lain on the road spread on her face. ‘I would.’

  He watched her walk away, his finger absently tracing the mark on his lips where she’d kissed him.

  For the first time in his life he’d done an unselfish act. He didn’t know if it made him feel good or bad.

  Copyright © 2014 by Michelle Smart

  ISBN-13: 9781460336830

  THE ARGENTINIAN’S DEMAND

  Copyright © 2014 by Cathy Williams

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