cupped Kasey’s face and looked down softly into her eyes, thinking of wild hair cuts, deep dark eyes and deep red lips.
‘I should probably say something really romantic to make you blush,’ he said softly to her.
‘Yep.’
Rick leant closer. ‘What do you give an elephant with big feet?’ he whispered. ‘A lot of room.’
Kasey giggled and fell into his arms. ‘Dope—’
Rick held her, smiling. He scanned the lavish room, the marble pillars of the foyer obscuring his view of the milling people.
The men were all suited, as he was, in black. The women were richly dressed in fine gowns and fur wraps with heavy jewellery glittering left, right and centre.
Steel kept glancing in his direction. He was either sizing him up for a coffin or as a prize on his mantel-piece. Rick shifted awkwardly; neither felt good.
Rick looked over Kasey’s head to the foyer, slipping his hand into his pocket and gripping his car keys tightly. Would anyone notice if they left—? If this relationship were for real they would have slipped out of this stiff affair and found somewhere quieter, with soft lights and romantic music.
His breath caught in his throat. Could he be dreaming?
The proposal planner stood in the foyer, her body moulded by a white dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric stopped just below her knees, her feet were in white heels, a light wrap was draped around her shoulders, a plain gold chain around her neck.
Her hair was as wild as ever, and a deep red lipstick made her lips all the more alluring.
She looked amazing. She stood tall, her chin up and her eyes drifting across the people in the room. Cool and aloof and in total control.
Tara Andrews.
Heat flooded his body. She was disturbing in every way. Hell. He took several deep breaths, trying to quell his body’s response and act like the devoted boyfriend and not as though his interests were straying.
The chatter in the room subsided. Rick tore his eyes from her to glance around him. There was more than one man intrigued by this surprise arrival.
No matter how cool her façade, there was no camouflaging her powerful presence, her height or her curves in that dress.
What the hell was she doing here?
Thomas Steel walked to her side without hesitation, leaning close, his white hair almost touching her cheek. The look of pure delight on the old man’s face stabbed Rick deep in the chest. What was he up to?
She smiled.
Rick’s gut pulled tight.
Thomas touched her elbow and steered her through his guests, directly towards them.
Rick sucked in his breath. What was going on? He stiffened. He stared at the painting on the far wall instead, avoiding looking at the newcomer. The naked busty woman did little to distract him—the art was rich and overdone.
The colours of the painting blurred. He’d just have to do his best to ignore the planner’s allure and what she did to his body.
Steel clapped him on his shoulder. ‘I’d like you to meet Tara, a friend of mine. This is my daughter, Kasey, and her boyfriend, Patrick.’
Rick forced himself to move, to smile, to breathe. His attention drifted to her face.
Tara’s eyes were shining with a steadfast calm and serene assurance. ‘Hello.’
‘Nice to meet you, Tara,’ Kasey said, running her gaze over the woman, then glancing at Rick.
‘Likewise,’ Tara offered, her voice warm, moving her attention from Kasey to him casually.
Rick swallowed. ‘Pleased to meet you, Tara.’
Tara lifted an eyebrow, feeling the rise of heat in her cheeks, her name on his lips coursing through her veins like molten lava.
She took his hand, grasping it, forcing a smile. He felt good…and strong…and warm…and his touch made her skin tingle.
Patrick gripped her hand more tightly. ‘Have you and Thomas known each other long?’
‘Oh…ages,’ Mr Steel injected. ‘I’ll leave you two to look after our newest guest.’ And he winked at her.
She extricated her hand from Patrick’s, stroking her palm against her hip as though she was smoothing her dress, trying to dispel the buzz of sensation on her skin.
This was crazy. She shouldn’t have come. She liked being in her office and offering advice, not being dragged into the field.
And what a field. This place was incredible. With tall columns through the enormous rooms.
The ceilings inside had to be at least three metres high, the cornice elaborate, the walls painted a rich lemon colour and adorned with golden-framed paintings and mirrors.
Tara stepped a little further away from the couple, closer to the marble statue of a naked woman carrying a jug. She feigned an interest in the unusual sofas, with sculpted edges that resembled wings and a deep blue upholstery dotted with gold and edged with a matching brocade.
Everything was decorated lavishly, including Miss Steel.
Tara forced herself to face the woman who had captured Patrick Keene’s heart. She could have been a model—her chestnut hair was swept up to the top of her head, diamond encrusted earrings dangled from her ears and she wore a black dress that was to die for. And the emerald green silk wrap was exquisite. As she was.
She had everything. A father devoted to her, and a man like Patrick Keene in love with her, about to ask her to share his life with him.
Tara swallowed hard, trying to still the needs stirring deep inside her. She couldn’t begrudge Kasey having the perfect life, and she couldn’t let this singe her hard-won control.
‘How do you know my father?’
She looked across the room to where Thomas Steel was merrily chatting to a group of people. She hadn’t expected this. She’d thought she’d be observing the loving couple from afar, not thrown amongst them like fresh meat to the wolves.
‘How do I know your father?’ Tara repeated, her mind scrambling for an answer. ‘Business.’
‘What sort of business?’ Kasey asked.
Tara shot Patrick a look. ‘You could say I’m a problem solver.’
Patrick crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘And if people don’t want their problems solved?’
His words impaled her. He must think she was stalking him! ‘Then they’re not going to call me,’ she said as calmly as she could.
‘And if someone else does?’ Patrick asked, his voice deep and velvet smooth.
‘Then
