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down beside him. ‘Rest for a while.’

      She was tired, and perhaps if she closed her eyes for half an hour…

      ‘Time to leave. It’s going to rain very soon.’

      She opened her eyes, saw the overcast sky, registered the rug draped over her incumbent form, and stood to her feet. ‘What time is it?’

      Much later than she thought. She’d slept for more than an hour.

      A light, misty rain could be seen shrouding the ranges, and soon after Nicos set the car in motion rain began splattering the windscreen. The green foliage took on a dark blueish-green tinge, and once they’d traversed the mountain and reached the valley below the mist cleared and there was sunshine.

      For some reason Katrina felt reluctant to have the day end and return home.

      ‘How do you feel about strolling round The Rocks and eating pizza alfresco?’ he asked.

      She turned towards him as they entered the city fringes. ‘Done,’ she agreed with an impish smile.

      It became a pleasurable few hours as they examined the many craft and novelty shops, the restaurants and outdoor cafés abounding at the popular Rocks area, topped by the best pizza she’d ever tasted washed down with a glass of wine and followed by strong, sweet black coffee.

      There was a sense of anticipation, an expectancy of how the evening would end as Nicos garaged the car, and Katrina entered the house at his side, then ascended the stairs to their room.

      By tacit agreement they showered together, taking their time then, both towelled dry, Nicos led her to the bed, tumbling her down onto it with him. A husky chuckle emerged from his throat as she rolled on top of him.

      Tonight was his, to pleasure and gift him the ultimate in sensual arousal. His skin tasted of soap and male muskiness as she trailed her lips from the edge of his mouth down the column of his neck, laving each nipple before travelling low…to tantalise the most vulnerable part of his anatomy with her lips, tracing his shaft with the tip of her tongue, and rendering a trail of soft kisses from groin to its acutely sensitive tip.

      Nicos’s groan urged her on to take an even greater liberty, and she embarked on a sensual tasting that drove him almost to the edge of control.

      Then it was she who cried out as he returned the favour, lingering until she went wild and begged his possession.

      Long afterwards they lay together, limbs tangled, her head pillowed against the curve of his shoulder as he buried his lips in her hair.

      It was late morning before Katrina checked her voice-mail for messages: Siobhan, suggesting lunch one day through the week; Enrique, demanding she return his call urgently, followed by a second call with a similar request; Harry, who waxed eloquently about soft furnishings and request he discuss them with her over lunch the next day; and messages from two friends suggesting lunch.

      She returned each of them, then got on with the day. Allocating, delegating, deferring, with an efficiency that had earned Kevin’s respect. Estimates had been faxed through regarding her plans for the Melbourne site, and she tended to those, checking details and figures with close scrutiny.

      For once she managed to leave the office at five, although there appeared little advantage as she sat stationary in stalled traffic, a delay which meant she didn’t reach Point Piper until almost six.

      Consequently there wasn’t time for the leisurely shower she’d planned, and choosing something to wear to dinner and the ballet didn’t permit much deliberation.

      A bias-cut gown in three layered lengths of red, cyclamen and pink…colours which should have been at variance with her auburn hair, but contrarily complimented it.

      Make-up complete, she caught up an evening purse and emerged to find Nicos waiting for her, looking his attractive best in a dark evening suit, white shirt and black bow tie.

      The mere sight of him sent a jolt of sensual electricity through her body, and his slow smile made her ache for his touch.

      Dinner was a hurried meal eaten at a Double Bay restaurant, and they waived a starter, settled on a main course, and declined dessert in order to reach the theatre before the first act began.

      Swan Lake was a graceful, classical style, the music hauntingly beautiful as the dancers completed their practised moves to a level of breathtaking perfection.

      One act followed another, each performed with superb artistry, and Katrina experienced a sense of disappointment when the curtain came down at the close of the final act.

      Clearing the theatre and reaching their car took a while, and afterwards Nicos drove to Double Bay where they lingered over lattes and watched the social set at play.

      Katrina mused that she and Nicos had sat at this particular sidewalk café during their brief courtship, and after their marriage.

      It had been a favoured way to end an evening out. Almost as if they were deliberately lengthening the anticipation of what was to come. All it used to take was a look, Nicos would settle the bill, and together they’d stroll hand-in-hand to the car. Lovemaking had been a delight, for their shared intimacy had been borne out of love, rarely lust…although she’d exulted in the occasions Nicos had barely held onto control.

      ‘Pleasant thoughts?’

      Nicos’s voice intruded, and she cast him a solemn glance. ‘Varied,’ she responded succinctly, and watched the edges of his mouth curve into a warm smile.

      ‘Shall we leave?’

      It was close to midnight when they arrived home, and Katrina made little protest as Nicos undressed her, then took her into his arms.

      Their lovemaking was slow, almost gentle, and afterwards she curled in against him and slept until morning.

      Nicos had already left when Katrina woke, and she showered, dressed, then ate a light breakfast before driving into the city office of Macbride.

      She booted up the computer and got to work, frowning with vexation as the phone provided a constant interruption to the data she was intent on checking.

      Consequently when it rang again she automatically reached for the receiver and intoned her usual businesslike greeting.

      ‘We should do lunch.’

      Katrina heard the words, recognised her stepbrother’s voice, and cut straight to the chase. ‘There would be no point in it,’ she refuted evenly. ‘Besides, I have an appointment to lunch with a colleague.’ A slight stretch of the truth, and one Harry would adore.

      ‘I have some interesting information regarding Nicos,’ Enrique revealed.

      ‘Which you’ll divulge for a price?’

      ‘You know me well.’

      Too well. ‘If I wanted an account of Nicos’s movements, I’d hire a private detective.’

      ‘Why hire a professional when you have me, darling,’ he responded smoothly.

      ‘Goodbye, Enrique,’ she concluded with resignation.

      ‘Nicos is in Brisbane with Georgia.’

      Did a heart stop beating, then race into overdrive? She was willing to swear hers did. Nicos had said nothing at breakfast about flying interstate. Nor had he intimated he’d be late home for dinner.

      ‘Ring his office, if you don’t believe me.’

      ‘I don’t have time for this.’

      ‘But you’re curious.’

      Curious was too tame for what she was feeling right now. Angry came close.

      ‘You have my cellphone number,’ Enrique taunted.

      She ended the call, and endeavoured to focus her attention on a compilation of figures on the computer screen.

      It

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