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didn’t do impulsive any more. Every decision he made was carefully weighed, evaluated and executed with the utmost precision. He wasn’t at the top of his game these days for nothing.

      Pushing off the car, he tapped the bonnet.

      ‘You better get going. Give me a chance to finish up here and meet you later.’

      ‘Fine.’

      He opened the car door for her and watched as she buckled up. Déjà vu hit and an irresistible impulse came over him in spite of all the resolutions he’d just made. He leaned in quickly through the open window.

      ‘Hey, Red?’

      ‘Yeah?’

      He grinned and tweaked her nose just as he used to. ‘You kiss even better than I remember.’

      Before she could respond, he straightened, chuckling at the instant indignation sparking her beautiful eyes as he strode towards the farmhouse.

      Chapter Two

      BRITTANY pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks as Nick strode away.

      The man was a menace.

      In less than ten minutes he’d managed to unbalance her, unhinge her and undermine her.

      As for that kiss…she thunked her head on the steering wheel, twice, for good measure.

      Not only had she stood there and let him do it, she’d responded! Like a woman who hadn’t been kissed in a very long time.

      Which in all honesty was probably true considering she’d been so focused on the managing director position coming up for grabs she hadn’t dated in yonks.

      But that didn’t excuse her eager response, nor did the total and utter meltdown she’d experienced the second his lips had touched hers.

      ‘Ice Princess my butt,’ she muttered, releasing the brake and sending gravel flying before heading back down the drive.

      Sneaking a peek in the rear-vision mirror, she wasn’t surprised to see Nick staring over his shoulder with a grin as wide as the Sydney Harbour Bridge plastered across his smug face.

      She clamped her lips shut on a host of expletives and headed for the main highway.

      In a way, she was glad he’d suggested they meet at her hotel to discuss her proposal. She’d be much better prepared to face him again in the cool elegance of the Phant-A-Sea’s front bar than inside the cosy farmhouse that held a host of memories.

      Wonderful, heartfelt memories of sitting across from him at the handmade wooden dining table, tearing into steaming ciabatta hot from the oven, dipping it into olive oil and balsamic vinegar, licking the drips off each other’s fingers…

      Cuddling up on the worn chintz sofa, watching old black and white Laurel and Hardy movies and laughing themselves silly.

      Clearing the family room of its mismatched lounge chairs and scarred coffee table stacked with newspapers and magazines so they could dance body to body to their favourite crooning country singer.

      The memories were so real, so poignant that her eyes misted over and she blinked, caught up in the magic of the past when she should be focused on the future.

      Her future as Managing Director of Sell depended on it.

      Come five o’clock, she’d make sure Nick Mancini with his sexy smile and flashing dimples and hot body knew exactly the type of businesswoman he was dealing with.

      Brittany sipped at her sugar-cane juice as she glanced around the Phant-A-Sea’s bar.

      She’d stayed in some gorgeous hotels around the world but this one was something else. From its sandstone-tiled entrance to its pristine whitewashed exterior, from its cascading waterfalls to the stunning umbrella-shaped poincianas lush with flamboyant crimson flowers, it beckoned a weary traveller to come in and stay awhile.

      As for her beautiful room with its king-size bed and six-hundred-thread-count sheets, double shower, Jacuzzi and locally made lavender toiletries, she could happily stay there for ever.

      But this wasn’t a pleasure trip, far from it.

      She needed to seal this deal with Nick. It would give her confidence an added boost to face the other nemesis this journey: her father.

      They hadn’t spoken in ten years.

      But she was here, he now lived in an exclusive special accommodation for the elderly and, as she wouldn’t be back, she needed to put the past to rest, say a proper goodbye this time.

      She’d taken up yoga in London, was a convert to karma, and wanted to ensure hers was good rather than being dogged the rest of her life for not doing the right thing when she had the opportunity.

      Swirling the lime wedge in her juice around and around, she mulled over her dad’s anger, his need to control, his escalating abuse before she’d left.

      He’d always been domineering but when she’d turned eighteen he’d gone into overdrive. She’d escaped, hadn’t looked back, but there wasn’t a day went by when she hadn’t wondered how different her life would’ve been if she’d stuck around.

      Would she and Nick have married? Would they have a brood of gorgeous, curly dark-haired, dimpled kids?

      Swallowing the lump of regret clogging her throat, she glanced up, and the lump expanded to Ayers Rock proportions.

      Farm-boy Nick in faded, torn denim and sweat-glistening chest was hot.

      Executive Nick in an ebony pinstriped designer suit, crisp white shirt accentuating his tan and a silk amethyst tie was something else entirely.

      She froze as he strode towards her, all long legs and designer outfit and dimpled smile.

      ‘Hope you haven’t been waiting long.’

      He ducked his head to plant a quick kiss on her cheek and her senses reeled as she caught the faintest whiff of his familiar woody deodorant mingled with the sweetness of harvested cane.

      Memories slammed into her: snuggling in the crook of his arm under their jacaranda tree, lying on top of him along the river bank, nuzzling his neck as they made love…She gulped a lungful of air, several, to ease her breathlessness.

      His scent was so evocative, so rich in memories she struggled to remember what he’d just asked her.

      Casting a curious glance her way, he sat opposite, his knees in close proximity to hers, and she surreptitiously sidled back to avoid accidental contact.

      That was all she needed. As if she hadn’t made enough of a fool of herself already.

      ‘What do you think of the hotel?’

      She managed to unglue her tongue from the roof of her mouth, take a quick sip of her juice before answering. ‘It’s gorgeous. There was nothing like it ten years ago.’

      His proud grin baffled her as much as seeing him in a suit. ‘Phant-A-Sea was built five years ago. Business is booming.’

      Taking in the subtle lighting, the understated elegance, she nodded.

      ‘I’m not surprised. I’ve travelled extensively for business the last six years or so, but haven’t stayed in anything quite like this before.’

      The mention of business cleared the sensual fog that had enveloped her the moment he’d strutted into the bar, and she glanced at his empty hands.

      ‘Where’s my proposal? Did you take a look at it?’

      He shook his head, gestured to a waiter who scurried over as if the prime minister had beckoned.

      ‘I prefer to hear this pitch from you first, then go over the details later.’

      ‘Is that why you’re in a suit?’ she blurted, wishing she hadn’t asked when his gaze raked over her own change

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