‘Good,’ said Janey, ‘because I’m not cheap.’

‘Unlike your very reasonably priced roses.’

‘Nobody’s ever given me flowers before.’ She gazed lovingly at them, her eyes bright with tears of happiness. ‘Oh dear, I’ve got a terrible confession to make.’

Guy looked at her. ‘Go on.’

‘I thought you were buying them for some horrible new woman in your life. I almost chose the not-so-good ones that I knew wouldn’t last.’

‘You’d have been sorry.’ He grinned. ‘So you were jealous? That’s encouraging.’

‘Of course I was jealous.’ Janey looked ashamed. ‘All right, I’ll admit something else. I couldn’t face going to London with you because I was too afraid of making a fool of myself. I thought you’d be able to tell how I felt.’

If only she’d realized, thought Guy, how badly he had wanted to know how she felt.

But that was all in the past. Smiling, he stroked her cheek. The flawless skin, as soft to the touch as warm silk, was positively addictive.

‘Never mind,’ he murmured. ‘I know now. And you feel just about perfect to me.’

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