Mr One-Night Stand. Rachael Stewart

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      A foreign emotion curled around his gut, the force of which had his eyes snapping away. He was being a fool—they couldn’t very well stay there.

      He looked to his driver. ‘I’ll rouse Miss Hayes and then you can get off for the evening.’

      ‘It’s fine, sir. I’ll wait and take her home when you’re ready.’

      ‘No,’ he said on impulse. ‘She can stay with me for the night.’

      If Colin was surprised he knew better than to say anything. Hell, Marcus was surprised enough for the two of them. None of this was normal.

      But then, she was far from normal. She was the Jennifer Hayes. His head spun anew. How could he have pegged her so wrong? He’d deemed her older, colder, nothing like the intoxicating bundle now hauled up against him.

      She had achieved so much, and yet there was no way she was even his side of thirty. He tightened his arm around her, admiration going to his head even while anxiety crept in.

      No, he definitely couldn’t let her go without explaining who he was, what he would be to her from nine a.m. tomorrow, clearing the air and dealing with the fallout.

       Goddamn you, Andrews!

      If he’d only turned up and done what he was supposed to then none of this would have... Ah, hell! He didn’t want that either. He wouldn’t wish away their evening—not if his life depended on it.

      But there was no denying it was a bloody mess.

      Next to him, Jennifer stirred.

      ‘Hey...’ He bowed his head to hers. ‘We’re here.’

      She mumbled and snuggled down further, teasing out a smile from him despite his creeping unease. A gust of cold air swept through the car and she wrapped her arms tighter around her chest but made no attempt to rouse herself.

      He looked to Colin. ‘Get the doorman to escort us. I’m going to carry her up.’

      ‘Of course, sir.’