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  1. TITLE PAGE
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  63. BOOK CLUB QUESTIONS
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ray had shaken his head sadly. ‘I’m so sorry, Missy, but I have to go,’ he said, drawing her into him and holding her tight. She could hear his heart beating as she leant into his hug, nuzzling her head into his chest where she felt very small and safe. ‘There’s an important client arriving in London from Dubai on the Wednesday and he needs his security ready and waiting when he lands. We just can’t afford to let him down. And he’s not the kind of man you want to upset, if you know what I mean?’ He gave her a meaningful wink.

Melissa didn’t know what he meant, and what was more, she didn’t care. ‘Can’t someone else cover it?’ she asked. ‘It’s not like you’re the only bodyguard on the books.’

Ray shook his head again. ‘He asked for me specifically,’ he said, and she felt him stand a little taller as she wrapped her arms around him. ‘He was very impressed the last time I looked after him, apparently. I have to go, Missy. I’d stay if I could. You do know that, don’t you?’

Despite how annoyed she was, she had felt proud of him. Ray was in demand because he was the best damned bodyguard there was. And he was all hers.

‘Will it pay well, this contract?’ she asked. There had to be some compensations for the long hours, days and weeks away from her.

Ray nodded, and so Melissa had been forced to content herself with that. She would try to put up with a one-day honeymoon without any more complaint, and things did seem to be going well for Ray so maybe they could get away for some winter sun later in the year. It was just a pity that no one needed guarding a little bit closer to home, but Melissa supposed, with a little smile to herself, that Geordies could look after themselves.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Melissa, fastening the robe belt tight around her waist for the umpteenth time. ‘I’m having a great time here in this posh hotel. Please don’t think I’m wishing it away, pet. It’s just that I can’t wait to see our new house.’

‘And see it you shall,’ said Ray, leaning back against the headboard, his arms folded behind his head. ‘But shall we eat our croissants first?’

Melissa had never had a croissant before. She knew they were French but that was about it. She wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about after she’d bitten into it. It fell apart on her plate and seemed to be mainly constructed of air and cardboard. But still, things were really looking up for her now. She had a husband and a house and she ate croissants for breakfast. Melissa Allen had arrived!