since discovered I do.’ He lowered his head to her and his hand slipped back to her waist.
Gina caught the lust in his eyes and felt a squirm of delight run through her. She cleared her throat. ‘I hope my mother realises that too. That would be really great. I mean, I’ve asked her to come back to London with me but she won’t come. She’s rather stubborn.’
‘Give her time. Maybe, if she’s close to home, she’ll feel safe,’ he said pulling back and capturing her with his camera.
‘Oh God, Ollie, no. I hate my photo being taken.’
‘Like most people.’
‘I take horrific photos,’ she said, ruffling her hair with her fingers.
‘Looks good to me,’ he said, turning the screen around for her to look.
‘You were lucky. That’s not bad.’ She gave an approving nod while blocking out the light with her hand.
‘Max is a lucky one,’ he blurted then rapidly pursed his lips.
As her cheeks blushed, Gina laughed, clearing her throat. ‘Ha, then you don’t know me very well. You heard my mother.’
‘I like women who know what they want. There’s nothing worse than a person who can’t steer their own boat and depends on others to do it for them.’
‘True, but don’t you think some are a bit extreme. Too ambitious or take themselves too seriously?’
‘Of course, but I wouldn’t put you in that category. You obviously care about your mother and your family otherwise you wouldn’t be here. You’ve taken the time out of your business to help, to care. It’s getting the balance right.’
Gina raised her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t as extreme as she thought. Max was always accusing her of self-interest and being self-indulgent, especially when it came to wanting a child.
‘I do need to get back to my business, though. I’ll have to go in the morning. I’ll come back next week.’
‘Excellent, you’re enjoying my company, then?’ He clicked his camera again and sat back. ‘Fabulous, isn’t it.’
Gina peered at him in disbelief. He was obviously an intelligent man, why did he come out with these boastful remarks, she wondered, watching his casual easiness and, at the same time, finding herself admiring his hair being tossed by the breeze. His thick lashes harbouring the sunlight from his dark eyes as he changed the settings on his camera.
‘I think we should go back and join them,’ she said.
‘No, they’re fine. They don’t start serving lunch until twelve-thirty. It’s only twelve. We’ll be off soon. Do you fancy a drink? Beer?’
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