was a statement she didn’t, couldn’t refute.
Why should sharing a residence for a year with her estranged husband pose any problems? They were both adults. They had extensive work obligations, separate interests. With luck, they’d hardly see each other much at all.
A tiny bubble of laughter rose and died in her throat. Who was she kidding?
Katrina looked at the bulky envelope, then lifted her head and met his enigmatic gaze. ‘I won’t share a bedroom with you.’
Their eyes clashed, brilliant green and dark brown. And held. She wasn’t conscious of the way her breath hitched, or its slow release several long seconds later.
‘I don’t believe I asked you to.’
His voice was cool, almost ice, and she contained a slight shiver as it threatened to slither the length of her spine.
‘Friday,’ Katrina stated. The seventh day, thus fulfilling the first condition listed in Kevin’s will. ‘Evening,’ she qualified.
‘I won’t be home until late.’
One eyebrow arched in disdain. ‘I don’t see that as a problem.’
Nicos inclined his head, signalled the waiter, and ordered coffee.
‘Not for me.’ She had to get out of here, away from the man who’d once held her heart, her world, in his hands.
Whatever needed to be faced, she’d face on Friday. But for now, she wanted to be as far away from Nicos Kasoulis as possible.
With unhurried movements she rose to her feet, collected her evening purse, barely stifling a startled gasp as Nicos unfolded his lengthy frame and caught hold of her wrist.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she vented with an angry snap.
‘I’d say it’s obvious.’
The waiter appeared out of nowhere, accepted the cash Nicos handed him, beamed appreciatively at the size of the tip, and Katrina had little option but to allow Nicos to accompany her from the restaurant.
The instant they reached the foyer she tried to wrench her hand from his, and failed miserably. Short of an undignified struggle she was compelled to walk at his side through the elegant arcade to the street.
‘If you don’t let my hand go, I’ll scream,’ she threatened, sotto voce.
‘Go ahead,’ Nicos directed imperturbably. ‘I imagine female histrionics will garner some attention.’
‘You’re the most impossible man I’ve ever met!’
His quiet laughter was the living end.
‘Go to hell!’
‘You don’t want me to take you there,’ Nicos warned with a dangerous silkiness that sent ice slithering down the length of her spine.
‘I don’t want you…finis.’
‘Is that a challenge?’
‘A statement.’
‘A year, Katrina. Maybe we could attempt a truce of sorts?’
She spared him an angry glance. ‘I doubt it’s possible.’
‘Try,’ he suggested succinctly.
She reached into her evening purse, extracted a set of keys, and indicated the sleek white Porsche parked kerbside. ‘My car.’
‘Proving a point, Katrina?’
‘Yes.’
‘Perhaps I should follow your example.’ He lowered his head and pulled her close in one easy movement.
She opened her mouth to protest, but no word escaped as he took possession in a manner that reached right down to her soul. And tugged at something long dormant. Evoking a vivid memory of how it used to be between them.
Of its own accord her body sank in against his, savouring for a brief few seconds the feeling of coming home. Of recognition at the most base level, and need.
The slow sweep of his tongue explored her own, tangled, then took her deep.
Dear Lord, how could she be this needy?
With a reluctant groan she tore her mouth away, and attempted to put some distance between them. Her own distress was evident, and she fought a mixture of anger and resentment as he brushed his knuckles along the edge of her jaw.
‘Chemistry,’ she dismissed with practised flippancy.
His eyes were dark, his expression unreadable, and she stifled a silent curse.
‘You think so?’ He took the keys from her hand, deactivated the alarm, then he unlocked the door. He opened it, slid the key into the ignition, then stood to one side as she slipped in behind the wheel.
‘Friday, Katrina.’
As if she needed reminding. With a deft twist of the wrist she gunned the engine into life, eased out of the parking space, then she sent the car forward at a quick pace.
She barely had time to shift through the gears before it was necessary to change down as she reached the driveway to her apartment.
Minutes later she’d garaged the Porsche and was safely indoors, choosing the lift instead of stairs to reach her apartment.
It wasn’t late, only a few minutes past nine. Too early to go to bed. She toyed with the idea of phoning any one of several friends, suggesting she meet up with them and share a drink and chat a while. Except they would ask questions at such an impulsive action, and questions were something she’d prefer to avoid.
Instead, she undressed, pulled on an oversized tee shirt, removed her make-up, then she curled up in a comfortable armchair and changed channels on the television until she found something worth watching.
Katrina must have fallen asleep, for when she woke her neck felt stiff, one leg was numb, and a glance at her watch revealed it was long past midnight.
Minutes later she doused the lights and crawled into bed to lie awake haunted by the feel of Nicos’s mouth on her own.
Choosing what to pack required minimum effort. A selection of clothes for the office, casual gear, and a few suitable outfits for the rare social occasion.
Katrina closed the zip on both suitcases, took one last look around the apartment, then she set the security alarm, closed the outer door, and summoned the lift down to the basement garage.
It was only a few kilometres from Double Bay to Point Piper, and no matter how she qualified the move it was impossible to control her nervous tension as she turned into the elegant street housing Nicos’s home.
Katrina eased the car to a halt, engaged the remote control, waited as the high wrought-iron gate slid smoothly to one side, then
