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       CHAPTER SIX

      MELBOURNE was a vast, cosmopolitan city with wide, tree-lined streets, electric trams, and changeable weather.

      It was two years since Katrina had visited, and little seemed to have changed as the cab took a familiar route from the airport.

      The hotel was a modern structure on the hill overlooking the city’s heart, and within minutes of checking in Katrina and Nicos rode the glass-faceted lift to a high floor.

      Their suite undoubtedly had a stunning view but, whilst there was a lounge area containing two deep-seated chairs, a coffee table, a desk with phone and fax machine, there was only one bedroom, not two, of which the focal point was a king-size bed.

      ‘If you think I’m sharing that with you, you can think again,’ Katrina declared as Nicos deposited their hand luggage.

      ‘We share a house,’ Nicos reminded her, slanting a hard glance.

      ‘But not a room,’ she argued. ‘Especially not a bed.’

      ‘Afraid of me, or yourself?’

      She opened her mouth, then closed it again. ‘That doesn’t even qualify an answer.’

      He unfolded two shirts and hung them in the wardrobe, took his toiletry bag through to the en suite.

      Katrina mirrored his actions, shaking out the slither of uncrushable silk georgette she intended wearing to dinner and transferring it onto a hanger.

      She was damned if she’d share the same bed with him. One of the comfortable chairs in the adjoining lounge area would suffice. Better, she could push the two together and arrange a makeshift bed with a pillow and extra blanket.

      The niggle of irritation joined a deeper, more significant disturbance in the region of her heart as the reality of sharing this suite began to manifest itself.

      Oh, get a grip, she admonished silently. They were here primarily for business purposes. They’d have lunch, attend the meeting, return to the hotel to shower and change, then enjoy dinner with Nicos’s cousin, Stavros Kidas, and his wife, Eleni.

      Lunch was pleasant, the food excellent in the hotel’s exclusive à la carte restaurant, and Katrina began to relax a little.

      They didn’t linger long over coffee, and took a cab out to view the two adjoining sites.

      Activity on two adjacent blocks merely confirmed Nicos’s independent investigation, determining without doubt the intentions a major developer had for the entire block.

      ‘They’re going to rase everything,’ Katrina opined, observing two old cottages that had stood for a century. They looked vacant, and soon to follow the fate of two equally old dwellings on their eastern boundary.

      Kevin had negotiated to acquire the remaining ten cottages, with plans to remodel them into trendy boutiques, thus preserving the ambience of the surrounding area. Except a large multinational corporation had outbid him, and had offered Kevin an exorbitant sum for the corner site owned by Macbride.

      ‘I liked Kevin’s vision better,’ she declared. ‘The low-rise glass monstrosity already approved won’t blend with its surroundings.’

      Nicos threw her a calculating glance. ‘You’ve decided not to sell?’

      Her chin tilted a little, a gesture he knew well.

      ‘They’ve already acquired most of the block, and if we retain the corner site it will depreciate in value.’ Her eyes hardened, their purpose inflexible. ‘We’ll sell, but at a price. They’ll pay, because it suits them.’ She’d done her calculations. ‘I figure it’s worth another two hundred and fifty thousand.’

      Nicos placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘Kevin would be proud of you.’

      Katrina hoped so. She desperately needed to establish credence in her father’s business sector. As a woman, she knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nor could she afford to make mistakes.

      ‘Okay, let’s go inspect the Toorak site.’

      She turned back towards the cab, conscious that Nicos’s hand had slid down to capture her own in a loose hold. She knew she should wrench free, but she indulged herself a few seconds of his touch, its warmth, and briefly wondered at her sanity.

      Toorak was an exclusive suburb, an eclectic mix of old money and new, established elegant homes, tree-lined avenues, and a long bustling main street filled with trendy boutiques and equally trendy cafés.

      It didn’t take long to confirm extensive renovations would turn two adjoining properties into leased boutiques that would blend in beautifully with their surroundings.

      ‘Keep these, and renovate,’ Katrina stated, mentally transferring the profit from one site to this one. She liked the odds, knew it would work, and could hardly wait to set the plans in motion. She turned towards Nicos. ‘What do you think?’

      ‘Perhaps Siobhan might care to have a leasing interest with a Melbourne branch?’

      He was good, very good, at reading her mind.

      ‘The legal eagle we have a four o’clock appointment with is within walking distance from here?’

      It took an hour of phone calls and intense negotiations, but Katrina emerged from the lawyer’s office triumphant.

      ‘We did it,’ she said with satisfaction as she preceded Nicos onto the pavement.

      Her eyes sparkled, and her smile reflected her elation.

      ‘You did,’ Nicos drawled in musing correction. ‘I merely sat in and watched you play.’

      So he had, but his presence made it easy, a backup she genuinely appreciated. She’d learned well beneath Kevin’s guidance, but not all men viewed a woman as having equal status in the business arena, and she held little doubt that she’d have had to battle

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