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far too arrogant and autocratic—though he sure had plenty going for him besides.

      What would he be dressed as tonight? Probably a pirate with his looks. A buccaneer, swashbuckling and dangerous, in a soft shirt, ruffled at the sleeves and open over his chest, the stark white a contrast against his dark hair and tanned olive skin, and tucked into tight black breeches…

      Her mother tugged a tissue from the box on her bedside table, pulling Philly out of her thoughts with a jolt. Her nervousness at attending this costume ball must be getting to her. Now she was imagining all sorts of strange things.

      ‘Oh dear, I am getting maudlin,’ her mother said, blotting away her tears and then blowing her nose. ‘Don’t listen to me. I’m just tired.’

      ‘You get some sleep then,’ Philly said, squeezing the older woman’s hand gently and kissing her softly on the cheek before she picked up the empty cup.

      ‘I won’t be late.’

      She shouldn’t have come.

      From behind her sequinned mask she took one look inside the door, saw the myriad of characters in the lavishly decorated auditorium, the mirror balls spinning crazy colours against the bizarre outfits of the crowd dancing to the loud music, and knew she should have stayed at home.

      What was she doing here anyway?

      Standing in the lobby, tossing up whether or not to enter the party, she didn’t know. Yes, it had been nice to dress up, to put on something pretty rather than shrug into her sensible work wardrobe for a change—Lord knows it had been long enough since she’d taken so much care with her appearance. But what did she hope to achieve by it?

      Who did she think she was trying to impress—Damien? Fat chance. In terms of being a woman, he didn’t know she was alive and he probably didn’t even care. The way he’d tried to make her feel so inconsequential when she’d given that presentation…It was pure fantasy to think that she might make an impression on him tonight.

      As if he cared.

      She wouldn’t go in. There was no point at all. Even if she didn’t harbour a tiny desire to turn the tables on the one guy who’d made her feel as insignificant as a gnat, she was just no good at this sort of thing. No good at mixing with near strangers. Sure, she’d met plenty of pleasant people in the few short months she’d been at Delucatek, but no one she knew well enough yet to term a friend. Though admittedly that was nobody’s fault but her own. She’d been the one to turn down the Friday after work drinks invitations, always too anxious to go home and see to her mother.

      And, of course, after Bryce and the fiasco of their wedding, trusting people enough to get close to them hadn’t been high on her list of priorities. Just because he’d made the right decision in calling off the wedding didn’t mean she’d forgotten the pain of cancelling the church and reception and explaining to the invited guests that the wedding was now off.

      The external doors behind her swung open as a new party of guests arrived and the summer night air rushed inside, clashing with the air conditioning in a gust that swirled across her bare shoulders and under her slim-fitting gown. She hugged her arms to her, fighting the unfamiliar sensations as she sidled as inconspicuously as possible out of their path, using a potted palm as a screen.

      She must be crazy!

      As soon as this group extinguished their cigarettes and entered the party the coast would be clear and she’d make her escape.

      ‘Hello? Who have we here? Don’t tell me—Cleopatra. Am I right?’

      She looked up at the gruff voice, startled to see a large nun, complete with moustache and cigar, bearing down on her, the eyes of the rest of his group all turned in her direction. The most disturbing thing was that the nun sounded exactly like Sam Morgan.

      ‘Don’t you look something! Aren’t you Sylvia from Accounts?’ He took hold of her hand in his own meaty paw and pulled her out from behind the pot plant where she’d sought refuge.

      She looked at them all, speechless. A fluffy grey koala, Tin Man and Humpty Dumpty all stared back.

      ‘Sylvia?’ the nun prompted. ‘Is that you under that sexy get-up?’

      She shook her head, unwilling to give away her identity. If she was going to go home, the last thing she wanted was for Sam to question her on Monday as to her sudden disappearance. She’d rather people thought she’d never bothered to attend. ‘Um. Marie,’ she murmured, trying to add a different note to her voice. ‘From—the Sydney office.’

      ‘Welcome, Marie!’ said the nun. ‘No wonder you’re shy. Why don’t you come in with us? We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Tin Man?’

      Tin Man rattled as he tried to nod enthusiastically, earning himself a quick dig in the ribs from the koala.

      Before she could protest and extricate her hand from Sam’s, Humpty grabbed her other one and together they steered her towards the doors. ‘Don’t worry about Tin Man and Koala,’ Humpty said conspiratorially. ‘Newlyweds. And I know we’re not supposed to take off our masks till midnight, but I’m Julia. If you get lost or need any help, look for Sister Sam—’ she nodded her big egg head in the direction of the nun ‘—or me. Now, let’s join the party, shall we?’

      Before Philly could protest, she’d been swept into the throng inside the large room and her plan altered. She’d slip away in a few minutes, while everyone was otherwise occupied. They’d assume she’d just met up with some other people in this crowd and wouldn’t give it a second thought.

      Someone put a glass in her hand. Tin Man took Koala off to dance to make up for his gaffe and Humpty and Sister Sam found a group of colleagues and were busy comparing outfits and guessing identities.

      Philly stood on the fringe of the group, planning her escape. Just her luck to run into Sam! At least he hadn’t recognised her. Father Time stood, scythe in hand, just across from her, a large fob watch conveniently around his neck. Already after nine.

      She’d give it just a few minutes and then she’d steal away and go home.

      She was a goddess!

      He was wending his way through the crowded room, enjoying the anonymity lent by his disguise, dropping in to catch snatches of conversation with this group and that, when he saw her. Even in this sea of costumes and colour she stood out like a beacon. How could she not, looking like an Egyptian queen?

      She wasn’t tall yet her legs had to be sensational under the sleek gown that looked as sheer and fine as gossamer, accentuating the feminine curves apparent beneath. Golden sandals peeped out below.

      The gown ended at her breasts with some sort of twist of the fabric in a strapless arrangement that hugged her form and had him immediately calculating how difficult it would be to get off. Her lips were a splash of red, vibrant and lush and a contrast against the jet-black hair swishing over her bare shoulders. Coiled bracelets adorned her arms.

      Her costume was unmistakeable. She was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. Little wonder emperors had fallen under her spell.

      He drank in every detail and his prolonged scrutiny confirmed what he’d known immediately.

      He wanted her.

      Who was she? With her mask covering her eyes there was no way he could pin down her identity. Did she work for him or was she someone’s partner?

      He scoured the group she was standing in, but no one guarded her possessively, no one fielded admirers. She had to be alone. No one in their right mind would let her fly solo in such an outfit. If she was his date he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.

      Who was he trying to kid? If she was his date he wouldn’t let her out of his bed.

      He had to have her.

      Two minutes. Just two minutes more and she’d excuse herself. They wouldn’t miss her now. Sister Sam and Humpty were both deep in conversation with

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