‘Dinner? Where? Le Rossignol isn’t open tonight, and I was only going to have salad at home—’ Etienne shook his head with a smile. ‘It will be served here on The Windflower.’ Gwen looked around, almost breathless with delight. Dinner on his private yacht sounded like heaven. It only took her a few seconds to discover the flaw in his plan. ‘What happens if I haven’t come to a decision by this evening?’ ‘It doesn’t matter. I expect you’ll get a certain amount of pleasure from a gourmet meal you haven’t had to plan and organise yourself?’ He grinned. ‘I don’t employ a huge staff purely for my own benefit. When I entertain a prospective business partner, I entertain.’ He stressed his final words as though the phrase should be inscribed in block capitals over the entrance to every room. Gwen smiled, recognising again their mutual desire to put on a good show for the benefit of others. All the fight flowed out of her in an instant. ‘I’d be delighted to stay here,’ she said with real feeling.
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