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And he seemed likely to succeed! Darrell Anderson's life had been going along reasonably well until she met Matthew Lawford. He was the most attractive, most unforgettable man she'd ever known. Now, the two of them were deeply--and disturbingly--in love. For Matthew was married--unhappily, but married none the less. Darrell knew she'd accept any terms he offered Sara gladly accepted the offer of acting as companion to her youthful Aunt Harriet.

Her father had recently died, and she welcomed the solace the English countryside offered. But life in Harriet's household proved far from peaceful. Most disturbing to Sara was Jude, a blunt and darkly seductive man. Why had Harriet hired him? And what did he do? Then understanding dawned on her: Jude was her aunt's lover. Yet she couldn't deny the deep attraction she herself felt for him - an attraction he seemed to reciprocate! His dramatic escape made headlines. But Matt has returned scarred, believing that he can never love another woman Matt isn't prepared for Felicity Taylor and the sexual chemistry between them is instant.

Matt wants her--but can he take her? Or, must he first reveal the secrets that are haunting him--and holding him back? As she listened to his words, she realized her plan had backfired. And why should she let herself care about an amnesia victim?

After all, she only needed him to act as her husband temporarily. She had hated the real Andrew. But this man made her feel altogether different. After all, Liz and Rob were Jaime's parents and might have been Rachel's in-laws had circumstances been different. But Jaime Shard had lied--a lie that ended whatever there had been between him and Rachel. She was glad he never visited his parents for the holidays. She knew she wouldn't have to face him again.

Or so she thought--until she saw Liz Shard's worried face and heard her blurt out, "Jaime's home They make the perfect couple! Adam was well aware of her personal feelings for him but could not find any appeal in her himself. Their relationship remained strictly businesslike, much to Laura's chagrin.

As he closed the door now she looked up and upon seeing him she rose to her feet. I could almost hear the wires tingling as I rode up in the elevator. Oh, and Miss Freeman, get me Miss Morgan on the phone immediately please. Caroline Sinclair sat drinking her morning coffee with a fellow typist, Ruth Weston.

It was ten-thirty and the typing pool staff were allowed ten minutes for their coffee break. Ruth was smoking, but Caroline was sitting staring thoughtfully into space, her shoulder-length hair framing her piquantly attractive face. Caroline smiled. I've only been late once before and that time she was furious about it. Today she simply said she knew what it was like with alarms and that I should hurry and catch up with my work. Ruth, who was nineteen and two years older than Caroline, raised her eyebrows.

Maybe she's got herself a man at last. Caroline giggled. By the way, that reminds me, I came up in the lift with the most gorgeous man this morning. Ruth shrugged. What was he like anyway? To look at, I mean? He was what I call a real male. Ruth laughed. Mark Davison should be more in your line. He's trying to date you, isn't he? Caroline grimaced. He thinks he's God's gift to women.

Mark Davison worked in one of the adjoining offices in the building and had dated most of the girls in the typing pool from time to time, including Ruth. Caroline, being the new girl, was now being subjected. Where did he get out of the lift? He stayed on after I'd got off,' answered Caroline. I know a lot of them by sight, of course. Caroline nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly an imperious voice broke in on their conversation. The small flat which Caroline shared with Amanda Burchester was in an old converted mansion standing in a cul-de-sac off the King's Road.

Once the home of a titled lady, the house now accommodated twelve separate couples and no children were allowed, although the scratched paint and peeling wallpaper had seen much better days. Caroline's parents were dead, having died in a car crash when she was three, and she had been brought up by an elderly aunt. When Amanda had the chance of this flat six months ago, she had invited Caroline to share it with her, and Caroline herself had been very keen.

Aunt Barbara was a dear old soul but not good company for a teenager, and she had been very understanding and allowed Caroline to go. Caroline had known Amanda since their schooldays and sharing a flat was great fun. Although Caroline was less effusive, Amanda had a steady stream of boy-friends, some of whom gravitated to Caroline after meeting her.

However, her height deterred many," and in any case, the boys who often appealed to Amanda did not often appeal to Caroline.

Amanda was a redhead and eighteen years old. Her parents lived in the North of England now and as Amanda had not wanted to leave London when they did she and Caroline had acquired this flat. Boys were only of secondary importance to Caroline. She loved reading and visiting art galleries. She attended most of the exhibitions and revelled in learning about the artists. She also enjoyed classical music and Amanda could never understand how she could dance madly one evening and then go into raptures over Grieg's Piano Concerto the next.

She occasionally visited the Festival Hall when some famous musician was playing, but in the main she had to be content with the concerts on the radio, as after paying her keep at the flat she had very little left to do anything with. When she woke up one morning about a week later and padded to the window she found a thick fog outside probing at the panes.

Drawing the curtains quickly closed again, she groaned inwardly. Then she looked at Amanda, who was stirring, disturbed by the light that Caroline had switched on.

I always seem to get 'flu in November. Caroline sighed and hastily washed and dressed. Caroline smiled at this, but went back into the bedroom and switched on the electric fire. I'll have to hurry, though, or I'm going to be late. Besides, you might meet your dream man again. She left the flat a few minutes later after making sure that Amanda had everything she needed. She had not had time to have any breakfast herself and had had to make do with a cup of tea, gulped scalding hot. Outside it was bitterly cold.

The fog cast a gloom over everything and the thought of the winter months ahead was not a pleasant one.