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      His father!

      Elizabeth was crying over a few books and Rogan’s father had died only days ago. That father and son hadn’t been close didn’t change the fact that Brad Sullivan was dead.

      She stepped away from the touch of Rogan’s hand. ‘I’m so sorry. You must think me totally insensitive to be so concerned over a few books after you have suffered such a terrible personal loss.’

      ‘As you said, books don’t hurt people,’ Rogan murmured huskily.

      She had said that, Elizabeth recalled with an embarrassed wince. As well as crying over them. What must Rogan think of her?

      That she was a sad individual. Very sad, Elizabeth ac-knowledged wryly.

      ‘Who hurt you, Elizabeth?’ Rogan probed softly. ‘Someone you were in love with? Or just your father?’

      Elizabeth had never allowed anyone close enough to fall in love with them! Which only left her father…

      Her father had only wooed and married her mother because she had been a wealthy heiress. As a consequence, he had made Stella’s life, and Elizabeth’s, a misery. Wasn’t that enough?

      Elizabeth had always thought so. Which was why, even as a child, she had always preferred books to people.

      She still preferred books to people!

      ‘No one hurt me, Rogan,’ she assured him dismissively as she moved to the tray of coffee things. ‘How do you like your coffee?’

      ‘Changing the subject, Elizabeth?’ he taunted.

      ‘Yes.’ She made no attempt to prevaricate.

      ‘So, no lover took advantage of you and then left you heartbroken?’

      Her mouth firmed. ‘Not yet.’

      Those dark eyes glinted with humour. ‘Are you saying I took advantage of you this morning?’

      Elizabeth felt an icy chill down the length of her spine as she realised she should never have attempted to retaliate in that way to Rogan’s mockery. ‘I believe I asked how you prefer your coffee,’ she said stiltedly.

      ‘Black, no sugar,’ Rogan supplied slowly, recognising that the previous conversation was over.

      Even so, it had been a conversation that told him more about Elizabeth than she perhaps wanted him to know…

      He had already realised from what had happened down in the cove this morning that Elizabeth was capable of deep emotion. That she normally kept those emotions firmly under control, hidden, was also in no doubt. He now also knew that she preferred the black and white aspect of the written word to any of those emotions.

      Well, that was fine with him. He had no interest in Elizabeth Brown’s emotions. Teasing her just now had been as much of a mistake on his part as making love with her this morning had been. One Rogan would do well to avoid in future.

      ‘I can manage here on my own, if you have something else you need to do,’ Elizabeth said as she handed Rogan his cup of coffee, and she saw the dark frown on his brow.

      That frown darkened to a scowl. ‘Such as?’ Rogan scorned. ‘There is nothing else to do here!’ He impatiently answered his own question. ‘How the hell did I stand living here as a kid?’

      Elizabeth shrugged. ‘It was your family home—’

      ‘This was never a family home!’ Rogan denied coldly. ‘My mother’s home, yes. My home, too, for the five years I lived here. But my father was never here; he lived in London most of the time. We were never a family together here. And after my mother died I didn’t want to be here either—’ He broke off abruptly, the flare of anger in those dark eyes as he glared across at Elizabeth telling her how much Rogan instantly regretted the revealing outburst.

      And Elizabeth wondered at the reason for it…

      Rogan thrust his hands into the pockets of his jeans. ‘You said your own father is still alive?’

      Elizabeth’s expression instantly became wary. ‘Yes… ’

      Rogan’s mouth twisted derisively. ‘Take my advice, Elizabeth, and put that particular ghost to rest before he dies and you’re the one who’s left with all the unresolved issues!’

      Her brow cleared as she realised this was the reason for Rogan’s anger. ‘I don’t have any unresolved issues where my own father is concerned,’ she assured him coolly.

      ‘No?’

      ‘No,’ she said flatly.

      Rogan didn’t believe that for a moment—was sure that behind her cool façade Elizabeth had plenty she could say to her father. But that reticence about her, that reserve, said that she never would.

      Unlike Rogan, who had plenty he would have liked to say to his own father, and now never could…

      ‘Fine.’ He gave an uninterested shrug. ‘I do have a few calls I need to return this morning, if you’re sure you’ll be okay dealing with the rest of this on your own… ?’

      ‘It’s what I do best,’ she told him dryly.

      What she preferred, Rogan easily guessed. No doubt she believed that if she didn’t rely on other people for anything then they wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her down. Rogan should understand that philosophy; apart from those few close friends, he followed the same credo.

      He nodded. ‘Fine. We’ll contact the police again once you’ve definitely established whether or not those first editions are missing.’

      Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip. ‘Do you really think they’ve been stolen?’

      ‘Don’t you?’

      Well… yes, Elizabeth did think it a distinct possibility, considering they hadn’t found any of them yet and the library seemed to be the only room in the house that had been vandalised in this way. But when could a burglar have got in? How had they got in?

      ‘Let’s hope not, for your sake,’ she said.

      ‘My sake?’ Rogan echoed guardedly.

      Elizabeth nodded. ‘I realise how anxious you must be to get back to your life in NewYork after your father’s funeral.’

      Rogan gave a humourless smile. ‘I assure you, the disappearance of a few books—even first editions—isn’t going to alter those plans in the slightest,’he said, his strides long as he crossed the room. ‘And, Elizabeth… ?’ He paused at the door.

      She looked across at him warily. ‘Yes?’

      He gave a humourless grin. ‘I no longer live in NewYork.’

      Elizabeth felt a jolt in her chest. ‘You don’t?’

      ‘Nope.’

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