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He undid the buttons of his shirt, tugged it from his trousers and marched through to his bedroom.
And stopped dead.
Laura was standing by the French doors that opened onto his private terrace, the sun streaming in behind her giving her a blazing kind of corona.
For a second Matt thought he was hallucinating. That somehow his feverish imagination was playing tricks on him.
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