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night in the emergency room.
    It seemed the doors had an inbuilt ability to sense authority, because they slid back meekly, allowing him access.
    He strolled into the elevator and her idle glance turned to a disbelieving stare. His hair was midnight black, his eyesthe color of the ocean. The expensive fabric of his tux fitted perfectly, highlighting powerful thighs and wide shoulders.
    He was stunning.
    He was also perfect hero material.
    Matilda wanted to grab her notebook and scribble frantically.
    Chiseled jaw, check. Razor-sharp cheekbones, check. Firm mouth, check. Muscles—
everywhere.
    Could she take a surreptitious photo? No. Too risky.
    As if the gods hadn’t already heaped enough good fortune on him with striking looks and great coordination, he was also tall. A whole head taller than her, which was unusual. She was used to looking down on men or, at the very least, being eye to eye. It made her feel clumsy and awkward even when she wasn’t knocking into anything.
    This man topped six feet, and his formal dress told her he’d come from the party she’d just left. Was he one of the unlucky few she’d drenched by accident?
    She slunk back against the wall and kept her head down, conscious that even her hair was damp and curling from the splashes of champagne.
Please don’t let him recognize me.
    Even without looking at him, she sensed his simmering tension. Trapped in the confined space, it was impossible not to notice that he was in a
very
bad mood. She sneaked another look and saw what she’d failed to notice at first glance. Strong brows pulled together in a frown, and a slim mouth set in a grim line that even an optimist couldn’t have pretended was a smile. He probably
was
one of the people she’d tried to drown in champagne, and judging from the look on his face it wasn’t top of his list of favored ways to die.
    He lifted his hand and yanked his bow tie away from histhroat as if it were strangling him. Then he opened his top button and—
    Matilda’s thoughts came to an emergency stop.
    Confronted by a tantalizing glimpse of bronzed skin and a hint of dark, masculine body hair she was incapable of doing anything but stare. Everything inside her shifted and tumbled.
    Oh, my—
    Who cared if he was moody? With a body like that he could go through life with a face like thunder and still be forgiven.
    Lara would have closed the gap between them, ripped open his shirt and taken a long, close look at whether the rest of his body lived up to the promise of that small glimpse. She’d use this man for her own sexual gratification until he could no longer—
    “Were you at the party?” His voice, velvet deep, shook her out of her erotic daydream.
    “What?” So his voice was as sexy as his body. Her head was spinning with desire. “Me?”
    “Yes, you. I saw you running for the lift. It’s obvious you’ve just changed out of one outfit and into another.”
    “Why is it obvious?”
    “Because half your hair is inside your dress and it’s tucked up at the back.”
    “Oh.” She freed her hair and straightened her dress. Her face was as hot as the inside of a pizza oven. Still, at least she didn’t have toilet paper stuck to her shoe. As someone to whom that had happened on a million occasions, she’d learned to be grateful for small mercies.
    “You were part of the champagne accident?”
    Oh, crap.
“I was—er—caught in the cross fire.” Matildatensed and waited for him to say something caustic but he frowned slightly.
    “Why do people always crowd around when a person is in trouble? It’s something I’ve never understood.”
    The last thing she’d expected was for him to be sympathetic. “It’s human nature. Like watching a hanging in medieval times.”
    “It’s one of the very worst parts of human nature.” He pushed his bow tie into his pocket. “So, who are you avoiding?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I saw you hurrying toward the elevator. You were glancing over your shoulder as if