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    Megan coloured angrily. He made it sound so simple, but then it probably was, if you had no problem trampling all over the feelings of people you loved. ‘Oh, why didn’t I think of that? Of course, it might be because I don’t want to hurt my mother.’
    His shoulders lifted in a disdainful shrug. ‘Well, if you don’t mind people running your life…?’
    ‘My mother doesn’t run my life!’ she flared.
    ‘No?’
    Megan clenched her teeth. ‘No, she doesn’t. She has had a tough time the last few years,’ she informed him, swallowing past the emotional lump in her throat. ‘She isn’t some cold control freak, she is just a caring mum who wants to see her daughter happy and settled.’ She dragged a frustrated hand through her hair and gave a dejected sigh. ‘Unfortunately happy and settled for her equates with a man and marriage, which is why I had this idea…a sort of line-of-least-resistance thing.’
    Luc watched as she gazed abstractedly into the distance, her smooth brow furrowed.
    ‘Least resistance…?’ he probed softly.
    She nodded. ‘If I could get one of the prospective grooms to pretend to be smitten, Mum would be happy and leave me to get on with more important things.’
    Luc’s deep-set eyes widened slightly as comprehension struck home. ‘And what do you consider important?’
    ‘My job.’
    ‘You can’t live and breathe your job.’
    ‘My work is very demanding; it leaves no time for relationships. ’
    ‘So you’re married to your career.’
    She frowned; he made her sound freaky. ‘I’ve nothing against marriage, but I don’t think I’ll ever find a man who is willing to take what little I would have to give.’
    ‘You don’t have a very high opinion of men.’
    ‘I’m a pragmatist.’
    ‘You think you were being pragmatic when you came here to ask Lucas Patrick to… pretend to be smitten …?’
    A mortified flush mounted Megan’s cheeks—when he said it, it sounded even more off the wall. ‘I didn’t say that.’
    ‘But that’s what you came here for?’
    ‘It’s not as crazy as it sounds.’
    ‘Did I say it was crazy? I’m just wondering…what was going to be in it for him?’

CHAPTER THREE
    M EGAN frowned. ‘In it…?’
    ‘As in what would he get out of it?’ Luc looked into her bewildered face and laughed. ‘You thought he’d do it out of the goodness of his heart.’ His mobile lips lifted cynically at the corners. ‘You really never have met Lucas Patrick, have you?’
    ‘And unlike you I’d prefer not to bad-mouth him in his absence.’
    For some reason her angry reproach caused him to laugh. It was a deep, warm, uninhibited sound that made Megan’s pulse rate quicken. ‘Just bad-mouth his books…?’
    She wrenched her appreciative stare from the mesh of fine lines around his smiling grey eyes and frowned. ‘Don’t put words in my mouth,’ she warned him.
    The stern warning brought Luc’s attention to her lips; she was attempting to compress them into a thin, disapproving line. As he contemplated the soft, cushiony contours it took considerable self-discipline to prevent his thoughts diverting into a carnal direction.
    ‘And I’m sure Mr Patrick has survived worse than anything I might say about him. And actually,’ she added, ‘I happen to think that he’s quite a talented writer.’
    ‘But you were willing to overlook his dubious literary talent in the interests of a quiet life?’ he questioned.
    The soft charge brought a guilty flush to her cheeks. She squared her shoulders and sighed. ‘All right, I admit it was a pretty daft idea, but as the man isn’t here it’s fairly academic, isn’t it?’
    ‘Maybe…’
    ‘There’s no maybe about it,’ she rebutted morosely.
    ‘Would I be right in assuming that nobody at this house party, including your mother, has ever met Lucas Patrick…?’
    ‘Well, no, since Uncle Mal won’t be coming I don’t suppose…but I don’t see what that has to do with anything,