Ben worry. He deserves it.’
‘Ben?’
‘I’m here with Ben Jeffries. One of the VPs.’
The man’s attitude cooled so suddenly, it surprised Holly, then she remembered why she had embarked on her husband hunt in the first place. Her theory about the men she attracted. At parties.
He was no enigma, standing there seeming so cool and elegant. He had been wearing his party personality, he had been acting the part, just as they all did. He was good-looking enough to send a girl’s stomach into a whole series of flips with one brief smile, and she had almost fallen for it.
The clang of a bell sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a loud cheer. Holly winced as she imagined the fighters coming together in a violent clash.
Her companion’s attention focussed on her for one fleeting, intense moment, before he nodded, then headed back out into the throng.
The muffled sounds of the enthusiastic crowd outside infiltrated her conflicting thoughts. As she settled herself in for the duration it occurred to her that if it were not for that man’s unpleasant behaviour at their first meeting, she would not have been sitting in a bathroom, dressed up, hungry and alone.
Smiling to herself, she felt much more comfortable thinking nothing but ill of him once more.
CHAPTER THREE
JACOB LINCOLN walked into his second-in-charge’s office first thing Monday morning. He had been able to catch up for a brief hello and welcome home Saturday night but one subject had been bothering him since.
Without hesitation, Ben rounded his desk and hugged his old friend. He patted him on the back once more, as though making sure he was really there.
‘I still can’t believe you’re back. And what an entrance. You sashayed into the match the other night, calm as you please, as if you’d never been away. Over the jet lag yet?’
‘Pretty much. I had forgotten how cold and dry the air is in Melbourne. It hits you as soon as you get off the plane. I don’t mind, though—I never could get used to the humidity in New Orleans.’
‘Good. It means you’re a Melbournian at heart.’
Jacob shrugged. ‘Or maybe it means I should try San Francisco next.’ Jacob sat down on the leather lounge chair on the near side of Ben’s desk. His fingers unconsciously played with his bottom lip as he broached the subject that had been worrying him.
‘At the fight, I met your date.’
Ben grinned broadly. ‘So, you met the other woman in my life.’
Jacob’s eyes narrowed at Ben’s obvious affection towards a woman other than his pregnant wife. But Ben just burst out laughing.
‘Don’t look at me like that, Link. She’s Beth’s best friend. My poor wife can hardly walk up stairs any more, much less handle a nightclub function, so she asked me to take Holly. They’ve known each other for ever so when I fell madly in love with my wife, Holly came with the deal.’
Feeling undeniably better, Jacob leant back in the chair. ‘What’s she like?’
‘You’ve met her. Short, blonde, heavily pregnant.’ Ben reached for his wallet. ‘I can show you a photo.’
‘I meant Holly, and you know it.’
‘Ah, Holly.’ Ben put his wallet away.
‘You get on well?’ Jacob asked.
‘You bet. So well, in fact, she has roped me into finding a man for her.’
‘Really?’ Surprising. She hardly seemed the type to need a blind date. But while he was in town…
‘Not only a man,’ Ben continued, shaking his head and smiling indulgently, ‘but a husband at that.’
Whoa. A blind date was one thing…
He had been back in the country for just a few days and twice he had run into the same woman, and both times he had allowed her to get under his skin. He should have known better. So he swiftly latched onto the perfect balm for just that kind of irritant; she was on a husband hunt.
Suddenly San Francisco was looking better and better.
‘She’s cute, don’t you think?’ Ben asked with a glimmer in his eye.
‘Sure.’ If you called women with stormy blue eyes and legs that went on forever ‘cute’.
‘Did she happen to mention how she enjoyed the fight?’
‘We met just before it began actually. But that didn’t stop her pitching varied unflattering opinions about the match and my company in general.’
‘That sounds like Holly. Did you…introduce yourself?’ Ben asked, seeming to choose his words carefully. ‘Did she know who you were?’
‘She must have.’ Jacob pictured her open book face and the recognition evident in every blink. ‘What does that matter?’
‘I guess it doesn’t.’
Jacob stood and Ben walked him to the door.
‘What are you doing for dinner tonight?’ Ben asked. ‘How does roast lamb grab you? Beth hasn’t seen you for years and she would love to catch up before the baby’s due.’
Though he had masses of work to do, the thought of such contented, uncomplicated company was too tempting to refuse.
‘What time?’
‘About seven?’
As Jacob left Ben’s office he popped his head back in the door to say, ‘By the way, I have never sashayed in my life.’
‘It was horrible.’ Holly was bent double with her bottom in the air and head pushed between her legs.
‘Ben had a ball.’ Beth did a far more gentle stretch with their yoga instructor watching her carefully.
‘Of course he did. He’s a man. And a Neanderthal at that, as I have only just discovered.’
‘I promise if he’d told me beforehand it was that sort of function, I never would have suggested he take you. I’d told him a little about your dad, but not enough as it turned out.’
Beth laid a hand on Holly’s arm. Holly shook it off, then instantly regretted the prickly move. She had long since let those memories lie and knew she was being overly sensitive.
‘He thinks that Lincoln guy is “inspired”,’ Holly continued, her voice light. ‘He has his head screwed on wrong. If he really wanted his employees to bond in one of his establishments, why not buy a health resort and send them there? I could do a better job planning their parties half asleep and with one hand tied behind my back!’
‘Or with your head between your
