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know what I mean, beautiful,’ he returned.

      Charlotte opened her mouth to deny any such knowledge. But she couldn’t. Because she knew exactly what he meant. How could she have been in love with Gary when this man could make her more aware of being a woman than any man ever had? Her heart was racing and the entire surface of her skin felt as if it was on fire.

      She glanced down at the card he’d given her, partly out of curiosity, but mostly to escape those unnervingly magnetic and seductive eyes.

      His name was Daniel Bannister. And he was a lawyer, with offices in LA.

      Charlotte laughed. She couldn’t help it. Oh, the irony of it all!

      ‘What’s so funny?’ he asked.

      She looked up, her expression quite cynical. ‘Gary was from LA as well. I think I’ve had enough of LA lawyers, don’t you?’

      And, shoving the card back into his hand, she whirled on her high heels and fled.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘LOOK, I’m truly sorry, OK?’ Beth apologised. ‘I didn’t mean any harm. I didn’t lie, either. You are the love ’em and leave ’em type. Or so you keep telling me.’

      Her brother had hardly spoken to her during the drive back from the airport. Or in the two hours since. As soon as they arrived at the house, he’d taken himself off to the guest suite, where he’d showered and changed, after which he’d settled himself on the back terrace and read the morning paper from beginning to end in frosty silence.

      Vince had already left for the surgery by their return, and wouldn’t be home till at least seven tonight, so Beth had the unpleasant prospect of entertaining Mr Grumpy all day by herself. She was almost grateful that she had an appointment with her obstetrician later on.

      Meanwhile, she refused to put up with her brother’s sulking any longer.

      ‘For pity’s sake, Daniel, what did you expect, anyway?’ she went on when he didn’t respond to her apology. ‘That the girl would fall from her fiancé’s arms into yours in a few minutes flat? You’re not that irresistible.’

      But as Beth lowered herself gingerly into one of the deck chairs she recalled that even when Daniel had been at school, the opposite sex had found him decidedly irresistible.

      Yet he was a much more impressive individual now. His shoulders had filled out and his chest had broadened. His hair, still thick and lustrous, was better groomed these days. His features had sharpened and strengthened. There were a few lines at the corners of his eyes, but they didn’t detract from his looks. His face now had a stronger, more lived-in look, and his dark, deeply set eyes carried a wealth of intelligence and worldliness in their depths which women would find mysterious and sexy.

      ‘The trouble with you, Daniel Bannister,’ she pronounced irritably, ‘is you’re too used to getting your own way with the women that take your eye.’

      Daniel knew Beth was right. But it didn’t make this morning’s fiasco any easier to bear. And it didn’t really explain why he was so upset.

      ‘I just can’t get her out of my mind,’ he said, surprising himself when he realised he’d made this admission out loud.

      Beth looked startled, too. ‘But you only spoke to her for a few minutes.’

      ‘I know.’

      ‘On top of that, she was a blonde.’

      Daniel smiled a wry smile. ‘Yes, I know. But I really liked this one. She was sweet.’

      Beth laughed. ‘She was sexy.’

      ‘Not in an obvious way.’

      ‘Oh, come on. With that figure?’

      Daniel frowned. Yes, he supposed she was sexy, and yes, he’d like nothing better than to have the chance to make love to her. But in the time since she’d walked out of his life this morning, it wasn’t sex that was on his mind so much as just wanting to be with her again.

      ‘I have to find her,’ he pronounced.

      ‘How? You don’t even know her name.’

      ‘I know she booked a wedding reception at the Regency Royale hotel tomorrow. I could get her name and number from them.’

      ‘They won’t give it to you.’

      Daniel nodded determinedly. ‘Oh, yes, they will.’

      Beth sighed. He was right. They probably would. Daniel had the gift of the gab. He could talk anybody into anything.

      ‘You said you had to go into the city to see your doctor at twelve, didn’t you?’ he asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Anywhere near the Regency Royale?’

      ‘A good ten to fifteen minute walk.’ Her doctor’s rooms were up in Macquarie Street. The Regency was down near the Rocks.

      ‘I’ll pop down there whilst you’re in the surgery. How long do you think you’ll take?’

      ‘Could be anything up to an hour or two if the doctor’s called away to deliver a baby. That seems to happen quite a bit.’

      ‘We can keep in touch by phone.’

      ‘Are you sure this is such a good idea, Daniel? I mean, that poor girl would have to be extra-vulnerable right now.’

      ‘I have no intention of hurting her, sis. I just want to take her out to dinner. Get to know her a bit better.’

      Beth rolled her eyes. There was no point in arguing with Daniel. There never was. Once he decided he wanted something, nothing stood in his way.

      ‘I’ll book a taxi for eleven-thirty, then. No point in driving into town. Parking is a pain.’

      Charlotte pulled up at the entrance to the Regency Royale just after noon. Although twelve-thirty was the time she’d arranged to meet her mum and dad for lunch, she knew that her ultra-punctual, always-leave-plenty-of-time-to-spare parents were sure to have arrived in Sydney early, and would already be sitting there in the lobby, waiting for her. She had contemplated being late but then decided it was far better to get her bad news over and done with as soon as possible.

      The hours since returning home from the airport had been difficult, with recriminations and regrets. But mostly filled with tears.

      Maybe if Louise had been there, she’d have been able to maintain her equilibrium by having a bitching session about Gary’s betrayal. But Louise had had to go to work. Whereas she was on a week’s holiday from today, courtesy of her supposed wedding tomorrow. They virtually passed each other in the foyer of their old apartment building, with Louise giving her a quick hug before making Charlotte promise not to ring that bastard, Gary. An easy promise to give, and to keep. She couldn’t have borne to even talk to him, let alone listen to his pathetic excuses and apologies.

      The effect of their empty flat was undermining in the extreme, a huge wave of depression descending within seconds of Charlotte letting herself in through the front door. The silence was awful—plus the sight of the snaps of herself and Gary taken at the airport which she kept on the bookcase in the hallway. She threw them all in the bin, then threw herself on her bed and wept in a wild mixture of bitterness, anger and despair.

      After an hour or so, she pulled herself together to have some breakfast and to send an email back to Gary telling him what she thought of him and that he was to never, ever contact her again!

      The moment she sent it, however, she burst into tears again.

      This time, she pulled herself together reasonably quickly and made a few necessary cancellation calls. The formal-clothes hire place. The celebrant. The florist. And finally, the suite she’d booked for their wedding night.

      By this point, she was too upset to cancel the

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