She weighed nothing.

‘Do you ever eat?’ he demanded, stunned, and she gave an indignant wriggle.

‘Eat? Are you kidding? Of course I do. Except when corporate businessmen throw my lunch downstairs. Put me down.’

‘No.’ Maybe she wasn’t too thin, he decided, tightening his grip. Maybe there were curves-just where there should be curves. She smelled good. She felt…good.

Inane. It was a stupid response but he couldn’t help it.

‘Are we catching the lift?’ she demanded and he stared down into her overbright eyes.

‘No. We’ll take the stairs.’

‘You’ll drop me.’

‘I won’t drop you.’

‘I’ll do more damage than a bagel if I hit anyone below.’

‘I won’t drop you.’

‘No one’s ever carried me before,’ she said, and to his astonishment she stopped her indignant wriggle and suddenly relaxed. ‘Good grief.’ Her green eyes twinkled. ‘Okay. Let’s do it. Maybe I’ll even like it.’

‘Maybe.’

‘And if you burst a blood vessel we’re going to an emergency department after all.’

‘So we are,’ he said faintly and held her a little tighter. ‘So we are.’

She had him intrigued. Her reaction when she saw his car intrigued him as well. Robert, his chauffeur, was waiting at street level. He must have been pre-warned by Ruby. He didn’t blink an eyelid when he saw his boss approach with his strange burden and by the time Marcus reached the car the back door was already open.

Peta, however, was less than ready to enter a black limousine with tinted windows.

‘Holy cow. I’m not getting in that thing.’

‘You’re sounding like a country hick,’ Marcus told her and she glared at him.

‘Yeah, well, you sound-or look-like a mafia boss. I know which I’d rather be. Chauffeurs. Limousines. Tinted windows, for heaven’s sake.’

‘I need them tinted. I work in this car.’