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on the front door.
    Thank God she had locked it. Apart from the workmen, she didn’t know anyone else who would stop by. She strode to the door and looked through the peep hole.
    “Oh my, God!” Alero clutched her chest. “No, it couldn’t be.” She checked again. The similarities were striking.
    “Who do you want to see?” she asked without opening the door.
    “No one in particular.” The voice was his. The cocky, striking young man who drove alongside her in London. She shook her head. Her body trembled.
    “I was passing by and I saw this old relic looking grand again. And I wanted to say thank you to the person responsible for giving some love to this historic building.”
    She opened the door. Her tongue was completely tied.
    His light brown eyes widened with recognition. “You don’t say!” He smiled and his eyes laughed at her. “Once again, hello beautiful! What brings you to my city?” His deliberate jagged tone sent shivers down her spine.
    In his grey, tight-fitting top with three front buttons, jeans and a baseball hat turned backwards, he appeared rough and ready.
    “I should be asking you the same thing. What are you doing in Casablanca?”
    He thrust out his hand. “My name is Zane Abdul. I have lived in this city for the last ten years. It is home. And I’m a renowned car dealer in Casablanca.” He corked his head and added. “Didn’t you read the card I left in your car?”
    She smiled. “This is more than a coincidence,” she grumbled. Her toes tingled and so did her stomach. She swallowed and gawked at him. Groomed dark bushy eyebrows, well-trimmed facial hair, and a wicked smile gave him a take-me-to-bed look.
    “Are you not going to invite me in to see your masterpiece or I’m I intruding?” He had both eyebrows raised so high, they almost vanished into the baseball cap.
    She sighed, stood aside and let him in. No one had seen her new home. It felt good to have somewhere she could call home. Her husband’s mansion in London never felt like home, and he didn’t let her change anything.
    “I apologise. My name is Alero.”
    “Good to put a name to the lovely face.”
    Oh, this young man was a charmer. Very refreshing.
    “How long have you been adding your loving touch to this place?” Zane was curious as he walked from room to room.
    “For about three weeks and a half. Actually, as soon as I arrived in Casablanca, I saw and fell in love with this place. I bought it and began work.”
    “Well done. I love it too. You have done a grand job on it. You should be proud.” His compliments hurt so much. Kyle didn’t stay long enough to find out if she had any achievement worthy of praise.
    “Did I say something wrong?” Zane was by her side. He was a fit man, well-built, much like her husband, except he was more sensitive. But aren’t all men sensitive and charming when they want to get in between your legs?
    She shook her head. “Oh no, you said nothing wrong. Thank you.”
    “About two hundred years ago, this building was a Christian worship centre. Afterwards, it became an out of town shopping place, much like a mini mart. But it got torched several years ago and no one returned here.”
    The man who sold the building had mentioned a few details. But she was touched, Zane filled the gap. “Glad you told me the back story, Zane. Do you want a drink?”
    “I’ll accept on one condition.”
    Her chest shifted slightly. “Really? I’ll like to hear your condition.”
    He grinned as they made their way down the stairs to the front door. “As you’re new in town, I want to invite you to a friend’s party tomorrow night. The venue is the city’s most exclusive nightclub. You’ll have a whale of a time.”
    Her eyes swept over his full light pink lips and she wondered how they would feel if she allowed him to kiss her. The knot in her stomach tautened. “I’m not ready for that sort of life.”
    Zane moved closer. He touched his forefinger to his lips and placed it on