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courier rapped on the display window and held up a flat rectangular parcel.

      Not shoes, thought Hallie. Shoes did not arrive by courier in flat little parcels, even designer ones. But the courier’s credentials looked real, the address on the parcel was that of the shop, and the name on the paperwork was hers so she opened up with a sigh, signed for the parcel, and locked up behind him before turning back to the parcel.

      It was a brown-paper package tied up with string. Hard to resist, what with it being a favourite thing and all. Besides, it was Valentine’s Day. Good things happened on Valentine’s Day. Unexpected things. Hopefully it wasn’t a bomb.

      Hallie snipped and ripped to reveal a slim travel guide to Hong Kong and Nicholas Cooper’s business card. The card said he was a gaming software developer. Good to know. She flipped it over and discovered a message on the back.

      ‘Marco’s on Kings’, it read in bold black scrawl, and beneath that, ‘7 pm tonight, Nick’.

      Presumptuous, yes, he was certainly that. His kiss had been presumptuous too.

      Not to mention annoyingly unforgettable.

      So what if Marco’s was one of the best seafood restaurants this side of heaven? So what if raindrops on roses might conceivably be in Nick Cooper’s repertoire? No sensible woman would even consider his proposal. Pretending to be a complete stranger’s wife for a week was ridiculous, even by her standards.

      And yet …

      Hallie reached for the travel guide and smoothed it open, first one page, and then another.

      Hong Kong; gateway to the Orient. Money and superstition. Heat and a million camera shops. A squillion neon signs.

      ‘An enchanting blend of East meets West,’ read the travel guide. Half a world away from this shoe shop, whispered her brain. Ten thousand pounds.

      So there were a few drawbacks.

      Lies. Deception. Nick Cooper’s kisses. Hallie tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and closed the book with a snap.

      Big drawbacks.

      And yet …

      Twenty minutes later, Hallie let herself in through the front door of her brother’s Chelsea flat and dumped her handbag on the sideboard. Why Tris had bought the little two-bedroom apartment when he never stayed more than a year in any one place was a mystery, but she certainly appreciated the use of it. No telling what Tris would make of Nicholas Cooper’s offer.

      Probably best not to tell him.

      Ten thousand pounds, whispered her brain as she slipped off her shoes and padded down the hallway.

      No.

      Dinner at Marco’s, then. It’s only dinner.

      No it’s not. If you go to dinner you’ll ask him why he needs a wife for a week and then where will you be? Next thing you know, you’ll be agreeing to go to Hong Kong with him.

       So?

      Travel was her middle name.

      Oh, boy. Hallie stumbled over the hallway runner and wondered just what it was about Nicholas Cooper that made her lose her mind.

      He had a wicked smile. No doubt about it.

      And his offer was definitely intriguing.

      A rueful smile tugged at her lips. Best not to even think about his kisses.

      Come ten to seven, Hallie had finished her argument and was in the bathroom, hurriedly applying makeup, when she heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of a man’s long, loping strides down the hall. Moments later Tris appeared in the doorway, little more than a vague shadow at the edge of her vision. ‘You’re back,’ she said, busy with the mascara. ‘I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.’

      ‘Plans change,’ he said. ‘Going somewhere?’

      ‘Dinner at Marco’s on Kings Road.’

      ‘Classy.’ Was it just her imagination or was Tris a whole lot more preoccupied than usual? ‘Who with?’

      Ah. That was more like it. ‘Nick.’

      ‘Nick?’

      ‘We met today. At the shop.’

      ‘He wears ladies’ shoes? Is this supposed to be reassuring?’

      ‘He came in with his mother. He bought her some shoes.’

      ‘Run,’ said Tris. ‘Run the other way.’

      ‘Nope. I’ve made up my mind. It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m embracing the unexpected. I’m having dinner with him.’ She finished with the mascara, reached for a smoky grey eyeliner.

      ‘So …’ said Tris. ‘Does Nick have a last name?’

      ‘Of course he does but if I tell it to you you’ll run a check on him at work and come home and tell me what kind of toothpaste he uses. Where’s the fun in that? Besides, it’s not even a date, exactly. More of a business opportunity.’

      ‘What kind of business opportunity?’

      ‘I’m not sure yet.’ No need to bore him with details. ‘Something involving travel.’

      Tris sighed, heavily. ‘And you believed him.’

      Time to change the subject. ‘There’s leftover lasagne in the fridge,’ she said as she dropped her lipstick into her evening bag and turned to leave the bathroom, halting abruptly as she took her first good look at her brother. ‘Whoa.’ His dark, shaggy hair was filthy, his left hand was carelessly bandaged and his clothes looked like they’d been dragged through a sewer with him still wearing them but it was his eyes that bothered her most. Because they were full of frustration and pain. ‘You look terrible.’

      ‘I’m fine.’

      ‘Liar.’ He was holding himself so stiffly. Ribs, maybe. He sagged against the doorframe, his shoulder hunched and Hallie revised her opinion. ‘Shoulder?’

      Tris nodded. Every so often he dislocated his left shoulder. The first time he’d done it he’d been six and their father had rushed him to the hospital. These days Tris opted to do without the six hour wait in A&E and sort it out himself.

      ‘Have you ever considered a different line of work?’ asked Hallie, mainly because it needed to be said and who better than a sister to say it? ‘Because seriously, this undercover gig isn’t doing you any favours.’

      ‘You’d rather I sold shoes?’

      ‘Well, yeah,’ she drawled, and then forgot all about the insult to her current occupation when Tris leaned his head against the doorframe and closed his eyes. ‘You want me to put your shoulder back in?’

      Tris nodded, opened his eyes, pushed off the doorframe and went and sat on the edge of the bath. Hallie got up into his space, put the heel of her hand to his shoulder and lined up her weight behind it, ready for the hard, sharp push she was about to deliver. Better she put the shoulder back in than Tris trying to fix it himself using the doorframe. That never ended well. ‘On three, okay?’

      Tris leaned into her, as relaxed as he was going to get. ‘Just do it.’

      ‘Patience, grasshopper. Ready?’ Time to count off. ‘One.’

      Hallie shoved hard and in it went. Tris groaned and almost landed in the tub.

      ‘Thanks,’ he muttered hoarsely.

      ‘Not my pleasure.’ Hallie found painkillers in the bathroom cabinet, tipped three of them into her brother’s palm and watched him swallow them dry.

      ‘You done in here?’ he asked. ‘I could use a shower.’

      ‘No kidding.’ She hated to see him hurting. She was


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