shown her little glimpses of a new-age, sensitive male and yet all week he’d behaved like a primitive Neanderthal caveman, offering her no more than a frown and a grunt.
If she took away his good looks, all that was left was a stubborn, impossible male—who occasionally, out of the blue, seemed unexpectedly concerned and considerate. The last point Rick had made certainly rang true. In response to Cynthia and Byron, she was behaving like a victim.
Somewhere around three a.m. it finally started to make sense. It was time she took control of her life again. And, yes, she would make a start by doing the flowers for Byron Black’s wedding! The Black wedding! She could almost dredge up a giggle. It sounded so macabre. As a few more wicked ideas began to blossom, she almost looked forward to the task. But, she thought as she drifted off to sleep at last, she would need a little help from the man upstairs.
‘They’re coming next Wednesday at five-thirty p.m.,’ Maddy announced to Rick towards the end of the following week. ‘Oh, and I’ve brought you some chicken cacciatore.’
Once again she was standing outside his flat and he was staring back at her, looking grim and a touch confused. ‘Run that by me again, please.’
‘Sorry,’ Maddy apologised, realising she was gabbling. ‘Let me start over. Number one, how’s Sam?’
He folded his arms across his wide chest. ‘Coming along better than expected.’
‘Wow, that’s great! I should think hardly anyone gets to exceed a doctor’s expectations!’
‘Yeah, I guess that’s so.’ Rick’s scowl softened and, like the sun peeping over the horizon, his face brightened. Maddy found herself staring at him. How amazingly good it felt inside to see his slow, sexy smile.
She proffered a covered dish wrapped in a gingham tea towel. ‘Second thing, I made a chicken casserole for my brother Andy and saved some for you.’
‘That’s very kind of you.’ He accepted the dish, his frown back in place.
Maddy’s empty hands dropped onto her hips. ‘But the big news is…that Byron and Cynthia have made an appointment to consult about the flowers.’
Rick’s eyes gleamed. ‘Good. So you’re taking them on.’
‘I am.’ Maddy straightened her shoulders; she was still trying to convince herself that she could pull this off. ‘And I feel quite ready for their visit. Or at least I will when I’ve finished my preparations.’
‘I wouldn’t go to too much trouble if I were you. From what you’ve told me, they don’t deserve any extra trimmings.’
‘No, but I do,’ Maddy replied with careful emphasis.
‘Pardon?’
‘The preparations are for me. I need to bolster my morale so I can face them both and keep my chin up,’ she explained.
He was curious now. She could tell, because he was forgetting to frown at her.
‘So what did you have in mind?’
Maddy smiled. ‘I need to do some reconnaissance.’
Rick shook his head as he lounged against the door-jamb. ‘You’ve totally lost me again.’
‘I need your help. Actually, I need to inspect your flat.’
‘Like hell you do.’ His scowl deepened.
‘I’m sorry, but it’s important. It’s necessary research. I need to see how a man lives,’ Maddy told him cheerfully.
Rick looked so startled, Maddy thought he was going to drop the casserole dish.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was getting tired of hovering in the hallway. Rick Lawson certainly didn’t go out of his way to be hospitable. ‘When Byron and Cynthia come. When they arrive at my place, I have to pretend that I have a—new lover. You know, a live-in lover. Remember? I told Cynthia in the shop that day that he was moving in.’
‘So you’re going to keep this subterfuge going as a morale booster, are you?’ Rick drawled.
Maddy hesitated. If Rick was going to be negative or cynical about her plans, she would get nowhere. ‘Well, yes. I couldn’t bear to have Cynthia catch me out. And Byron and Cynthia will get the picture that I’m not jealous much more clearly if I have my own gorgeous hunk of live-in masculinity, won’t they?’
‘I—I guess so.’ Rick stared at her and she could have sworn his jaw thrust forward slightly. ‘So, where exactly does my flat fit into all of this?’
‘Oh, Rick, please let me in and then I’ll explain. After all, you bounced into my flat unannounced the other night and all’s fair in love and war.’
He stood frowning for a little longer before he finally shrugged and stepped back, gesturing for her to enter. ‘I can’t promise you’ll be impressed.’
‘I’m not expecting to be impressed,’ said Maddy, beaming triumphantly as she followed Rick into his lounge room. ‘I have two brothers and their rooms have always looked like war zones. But I wasn’t sure if they were typical of the male species.’
Halfway across his lounge room, Rick paused. ‘So you’ve never been in another man’s apartment?’
Her confidence faltered. ‘N-no. Not alone with a man who lives—alone.”
‘There must have been boyfriends?’
‘At uni I lived in a residential college—so did most of the guys I dated. I occasionally saw their rooms, but it’s not quite the same.’
‘What about Dracula? What’s his name again?’
‘Byron.’ She shot him a drop-dead look. ‘He lives with his mother. And she still does everything for him.’
One of Rick’s eyebrows rose and he smiled at her. ‘One might almost feel sympathy for Cynthia.’
Maddy allowed herself a small chuckle. ‘Yes. She might be in for one or two surprises.’
‘Perhaps you had a lucky escape.’
‘Perhaps…’
By the time Maddy had journeyed through Rick’s flat and reached his kitchen, it was her turn to be surprised. His flat was amazingly neat. Neat wasn’t really the word for it. It was spartan. ‘Your—your flat is virtually empty!’ she cried in dismay.
‘Welcome to masculine perfection,’ he said with a laugh.
She rolled her eyes.
‘Well,’ he went on defensively, ‘these are only temporary digs. This isn’t my home, you know. Not that I really have a home anymore.’ He paused and frowned. ‘I’m never settled in one place for long. I couldn’t get a furnished apartment close to the hospital for just a few weeks and I didn’t want to waste money getting a whole lot of unnecessary furniture.’ Setting the casserole dish down on a kitchen bench, he turned to her. ‘So, Ms
