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for a while.
    ‘Well, I suppose so, if you’re sure. Can’t you just make it funny?’
    ‘Funny?’
    Kate grinned. ‘OK, maybe not. Ironic?’
    ‘Kate, why don’t you bugger off home? I’ll be fine, honest.’ She linked her arm through her best friend’s and tugged at the car door. ‘Go on, go. I’ve got work to do.’
    ‘You don’t think it’s partly because of Mark that you hate the place?’
    Yeah, that was what was bothering her a bit. The fact that being asked to revisit the place which had seen the death of her relationship had put her into a foul mood before she’d even got there. ‘I do hate it, but that food was dire, wasn’t it? Or is it just me?’
    ‘No, it was dire. I don’t think my cat would touch it and she’ll even eat month-old mouldy meat if she finds it. But maybe you should just tell your boss that?’
    ‘What? That the last time I went there, it was with his attention-grabbing nephew, who got anaphylactic shock, had to be rushed off in an ambulance, then fell for the first nurse who dangled her thermometer in front of him and dumped me faster than you can say “laxative”. Yeah, sure.’
    ‘Dangled her thermometer? You sure about that?’
    ‘Well whatever she dangled, it worked. I sent him grapes and he sent me a Dear John by text.’
    ‘Shitty.’
    ‘Shitty indeed.’
    Kate giggled. ‘Maybe you should thank Mr Matador for trying to kill him off.’
    ‘Yeah, except I think he’s trying to kill off the whole town, one mouthful at a time. Come on, you go home to your mould-eating moggy. I’m fine, all I need to work out is an angle. Maybe I should just concentrate on the dishy waiters and forget the food?’
    ‘Except only one of them is dishy.’
    ‘Thanks, Kate, really helpful. Go on, bugger off.’
    ‘You’re OK?’
    ‘I’m fine.’
    Opening the car door and shoving Kate in seemed to be the only way to get rid of her. But as she waved, and watched her friend drive off, the image of one very dishy waiter, naked, with a plate of tapas in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other suddenly leapt at her from nowhere.
    ‘I need to talk to you.’
    Shit . She jumped and spun round. One dishy waiter, sadly fully clothed and minus the wine and tapas.
    He was so close she could reach out and touch him. If she wanted to. Which she didn’t. Not much.
    ‘What’s with the creeping up? You nearly scared me to death.’
    ‘I need to talk to you, but I want to touch you.’
    He took another step, even closer, and she wasn’t sure she knew how to breathe properly any more. She could have stepped back, could have pushed him away, could have done a million things. But instead she just waited. When his fingertips touched her skin she flinched; it was unexpectedly gentle, the lightest touch from the firmest of hands. His caress sent a shiver of goosebumps along her skin as he stroked across her cheek, his fingers tracing down until his index finger reached her mouth. Very slowly, he ran the tip over her upper lip, across her lower lip, and then he gently squeezed her lower lip between thumb and forefinger, and leant forward and kissed her.
    Eating his food was one thing; eating him was an altogether different experience. He tasted of fresh coffee, tangy and sharp, but when his tongue found hers he tasted of something much more primal, something that made her desperate to reach out and pull him closer.
    She slapped him. She’d never slapped anyone in her life, and she didn’t know quite where it came from. He reached one hand up to his cheekbone with a muffled curse and took the smallest of steps back. Well, she presumed it was a curse. Shit, she could see a red mark already. Don’t apologise. Do not apologise to him, Ellie.
    ‘Wow, for someone so small and delicate looking, you pack a big punch.’ He looked rueful. ‘So, what did I do to deserve that?’
    ‘Do you need to ask?’ Trying to be distant and disdainful was tricky when her chest was heaving with what was left