‘What does it look like?’ She lifted her head to look him straight in the eye, determined not to let him see her cowering and defeated.
After their confrontation last night, she didn’t need whatever he was here to offer, no matter how desperate her situation. ‘All our stuff is being taken away.’ She clicked her fingers under his nose. ‘Oh, and we’re being evicted for good measure.’
Rather than expressing shock as she’d expected, Riley shook his head. ‘I’d hoped to be the one to break it to you,’ he said, sending a pitying glance at Chas that had her palm itching to slap him.
‘You knew about this?’
‘I just found out and came straight here.’
‘Oh.’
Her anger deflated quickly. No use taking her fury out on Riley. He wasn’t the one who’d built a life of false promises around her only to tear it all down.
‘Is there anything else I should know?’ she asked, needing to hear all of it before marshalling her thoughts into some semblance of a plan.
The tiny furrow between Riley’s brows deepened. ‘Apart from the car, which is yours, Joe didn’t own a thing. He had no money, no portfolio and no real estate holdings.’
‘Figures,’ she said, rueing the day she ever set eyes on Joe Bourke.
Ironically, she’d seen Riley first on that fateful night, drawn to the tall, imposing guy in a tux standing near the band, away from the hullabaloo, watching the rowdy crowd get rowdier. He was impossibly good looking with his dark hair, blue eyes, strong cheekbones and chiselled jaw. However, the thing that had captured her attention was the glass in his hand, containing the same non-alcoholic lemon, lime and bitters drink as hers.
In a crowd of beer-swilling, Scotch-loaded men, he’d stood out like a prize-winning stallion among a bunch of second-string geldings, though she’d quickly banished that imagery from her mind as his gaze had un-erringly locked on hers, setting her heart thumping.
She’d looked away quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring, only to find her attention drawn back to him, her cheeks flushing as he’d inclined his head slightly to acknowledge her, a smile playing about his mouth.
And then Joe had appeared, shattering the strangely intimate moment, saying something to Riley before turning to look in her direction.
The rest had been history.
Joe had dazzled her with sexy smiles, fancy words and smooth compliments, stoking her ego, feeding her every bit of affection she’d ever craved and she’d fallen. Hard.
The loaded moment with Riley had faded into oblivion under the onslaught of Joe’s seduction and she fell in love for the first time.
For the last time, thanks to the bitter experience. The only guy she would ever truly love in this lifetime was Chas. As if sensing her emotion, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and rubbed it over his face, murmuring to himself contentedly.
‘I love you too, sweetie,’ she said, kissing his soft, plump cheek before returning her focus to Riley.
‘What are you going to do?’
‘Darned if I know,’ she muttered, wishing she could bury her face in Chas’s chubby arms and block out the world till it became a better place to live in.
Riley hesitated, as if searching for the right words and after the way she’d told him to stick his offer of financial support the night before, she wasn’t surprised.
‘Thankfully, I didn’t wear a jumper today. At the risk of being told where to put my offer, I’d like to say that I’m willing to help out in whatever capacity you want,’he said, his wry smile having the strangest effect on her stomach.
It flip-flopped, though that probably had more to do with the fact she hadn’t had any breakfast yet in all the confusion. It certainly wasn’t a bizarre reaction to the power punch packed by his smile.
She could’ve apologised for her outburst last night but she didn’t want him getting the wrong idea. His idea that he could only offer financial support appalled her—still did. However, she had no idea how long she could live off her measly wage and continue to pay her mum’s bills at the home so she swallowed her pride and aimed for polite.
‘I should be right for now, but thanks. If I need anything, I’ll let you know.’
Yeah, like when pigs are allowed to run in the Melbourne Cup.
He nodded, satisfied with her answer, and straightened. ‘Good. How long do you have till you move out?’
‘A week.’
His frown deepened and she jumped in, pre-empting an offer for housing or worse, to stay with him. ‘But hey, at least I won’t have to pay removal costs.’
‘Where will you go?’
‘I’ll find a place,’ she said, getting up and swinging Chas on to her right hip, determined not to have this conversation.
She had a load of things to do, including finding a place to live, and wasn’t in the mood to face another interrogation, no matter how kind his intentions.
‘Uh-huh.’
The dubious look he sent her clearly spoke volumes about his opinion of her house-hunting abilities.
‘Look, thanks for dropping by to let me know what’s going on. I appreciate it but right now I have to get ready for work.’
‘You’re going to work today?’
He appeared shocked, obviously finding the thought of her returning to work the day after his brother’s funeral appalling. However, before she could jump down his throat, he followed up with, ‘I’m sorry about all this.’
He spoke quietly and, though the words had been an afterthought, she didn’t doubt his sincerity.
‘Thanks,’ she said, reaching out and giving his hand a quick squeeze, surprised when he turned his hand over and gripped hers, his warmth infusing her with a powerful strength that had her wanting to hold on for ever and never let go.
She looked down at their intertwined hands and all but yanked her hand out of his, shocked at how right it felt, scared that a man she hardly knew suddenly held more than the faintest attraction for her. And he was Joe’s brother!
She was sick. Deranged. Every bit as bad as that woman at the funeral had labelled her and she had to get away from him, fast.
‘I really have to rush,’ she mumbled, feeling heat surge into her cheeks, knowing she must look like a blushing freak but helpless to do anything about it.
‘Ring me if you need me, okay?’
‘Yeah.’
She avoided his eyes, turning her back to gain precious seconds to reassemble her wits, silently praying he’d be gone by the time she turned around.
However, as she
