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‘I haven’t noticed,’ said Eleanor, trying to turn away.

But Alex jumped in front of her. ‘What, are you blind? I mean…’

As his voice trailed off, Eleanor glanced behind and saw Tom removing his T-shirt. She stared at the hard muscles of his chest. The smattering of dark hair that went down below his belt.

‘Christ, I need a cold shower,’ said Alex, gulping.

Eleanor tried to pull herself together. ‘Annie’s right,’ she croaked. ‘You’re very naughty.’

‘Given half a chance,’ he quickly replied. ‘Right. I’m going to talk to our future countess about bunting. And perhaps stand next to the open fridge for a while.’

After he had gone, Eleanor allowed herself the odd glance at the shirtless Tom before she too had to go and cool down.