was wonderfully kind to me.’
Adrian’s eyebrows arched in surprise. ‘Jordan as in Jordan Gray of Stedley & Parkinsons?’
Sharni’s wineglass stopped in mid-air. ‘Why, yes. Do you know Jordan?’
‘She’s married to Gino Bortelli, the Italian businessman who commissioned me to design this building. It’s called the Bortelli Tower.’
‘Good heavens! When did all this happen? Jordan wasn’t married when she represented me.’
‘About a year or so back. It seems Jordan and Gino knew each other years before and ran into each other again by accident when Gino was up here on business. Just in time, since Jordan was about to become engaged to another man. Anyway, to cut a long story short, true love won out. They’ve not long returned from an extended honeymoon in Italy. But they don’t live in Sydney. Their home is in Melbourne.’
‘What a shame. I would have loved to catch up with Jordan.’
‘I can give you their home phone number, if you like.’
‘Oh, no. No, I wouldn’t impose like that. I was just a client after all, not a close friend. But I’m glad to hear Jordan’s happily married. I presume she is happy?’
‘Very. She and Gino have a baby already. A boy. They called him Joe.’
‘How lovely,’ she said, her eyes going all misty for a moment. ‘I’m so glad for her.’
‘How much compensation did she get you?’ Adrian asked. ‘Or is that a rude question?’
‘Three million.’
He whistled. ‘That’s a nice tidy sum. I hope you’ve invested it wisely.’
‘It’s safe.’ Safe, sitting in a bank account that paid a reasonable rate of interest and had absolutely no risk at all.
‘Do you still live in the Blue Mountains?’ he asked her.
‘Yes. On the outskirts of Katoomba.’
‘So you’re just down here in Sydney today to shop?’
‘Not exactly. My sister thought I needed a little holiday. She gave me a weekend package at one of Sydney’s boutique hotels as a birthday present.’
‘You mean it’s your birthday today?’ What a perfect excuse to take her out this evening. If he could persuade her to go, of course!
‘No. My birthday was quite a few weeks ago.’
‘And you were?’
She slanted him a sharp glance. ‘Now that is a rude question. You should never ask a woman her age.’
He smiled. ‘I thought that only applied when they reached forty.’
‘Not in my book.’
‘Fair enough. So what do you do? Or don’t you work any more?’
‘I’m a veterinary assistant. But I’m only working part-time these days.’
Why was that? he wondered. Because she didn’t need the money, or because she was still traumatised by the tragedy of her husband’s death, or perhaps the subsequent trial?
There was something in her eyes when she mentioned the compensation that told him the trial had been just that. A trial. Adrian was well aware of how stressful it was to go to court over anything. He himself had had to sue a client once, and it hadn’t been pleasant. How much worse when it involved the tragic death of a loved one.
Her air of sadness touched him. But so did her Madonna-like beauty. It was damned intriguing, the effect Sharni was having on him. He could not recall ever feeling quite like this. She brought out the gallant in him. More than anything he wanted to make her smile. Wanted to give her pleasure.
More like give yourself pleasure, a sarcastic inner voice piped up. You want to get her into bed. That’s the bottom line. That’s always the bottom line with you, Adrian.
Adrian frowned. Normally, he would agree. But not this time. This time, something was different. He didn’t want to seduce Sharni so much as have the opportunity to spend more time with her. He wanted to get to know her. Really know her, not just in bed.
‘I wanted to become a vet,’ she went on, ‘but my marks at school weren’t good enough. I never was one to study. I’m a practical, hands-on kind of person.’
‘I don’t think it matters what you do in life, as long as you enjoy what you’re doing.’
‘You obviously enjoy being an architect,’ she said, and he smiled.
‘Does it show?’
‘You seem a happy man.’
‘I love my work,’ he said. ‘Too much, some people would say.’
Even his own mother thought he was way too obsessive.
But that was his nature. Adrian could never do things by half. When something interested him, he became consumed, body and soul.
This woman interested him, in ways no woman ever had before.
This in itself was intriguing. What was it about her that made her so interesting to him? Yes, she was very pretty, but he met lots of pretty girls. She wasn’t super-clever, or super sophisticated, or super sexy, as Felicity had been.
Aside from being a brunette, Sharni was different from every woman he’d ever dated. They’d all been highly educated career girls whom he’d met through his work. Felicity had been a top interior designer. Before that, there’d been a female architect or two, a corporate lawyer, a computer expert and one super-smart marketing manager.
There’d not been one veterinary assistant who lived in the bush and blushed when caught in the act of looking at a man.
‘You’re staring at me,’ she said in a low voice.
Adrian smiled. ‘Well, that makes us even. You’ve stared at me a good deal today.’
His counter-attack clearly flustered her. ‘Yes, but you know why.’
‘Are you saying you only find me attractive because I remind you of your husband?’
She blinked her surprise at his directness. ‘Who said I find you attractive?’
‘Your eyes told me. The same way my eyes are telling you I find you attractive.’
Her cheeks went pink. ‘Please don’t flirt with me, Adrian.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I…I can’t handle it.’
‘Are you saying I’m the first man to pay you this kind of attention since your husband died?’
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