did this for three days and three predominantly sleepless nights.
On the fourth day Max asked Evie where his brother was and whether he’d taken Evie’s brain with him.
‘My brain’s right here in my head,’ she said, and looked at the invoices that covered her desk. Ordering the materials for the various jobs they had on wasn’t her pleasure, which was why she’d given the job to Carlo in the first place, but he’d made a mess of it and she’d taken the job back in the interest of straightening things out. ‘What haven’t I done?’
‘You forgot to order the additional tie wire for the Henderson job.’
Evie groaned. ‘You know what I want more than anything in this world?’
‘Your brain back?’ asked Max.
‘A proper project manager. A really, really good one.’
‘If the civic centre job comes through you can have one,’ offered Max.
Evie just looked at him through her fringe. ‘Who went and got the tie wire?’
‘Carlo. He put it on the account. Said to tell you “Checkmate”.’
‘Carlo wants a proper project manager too,’ said Evie. ‘I’ll grovel to him later.’
‘That’s my girl,’ said Max.
‘Anything else?’ Evie glanced down at her desk once more and sighed. ‘Don’t answer that. I’ll have this sorted by the end of the day.’
‘You seeing Logan again tonight?’ asked Max, with not quite the right amount of disinterest.
‘He’s coming over, yes.’ Assuming he’d left her apartment today at all. He’d discovered her home office and she’d said he could use it. He had his own computer but he was in love with her scanner and fax and her big shiny desk.
‘Do you know what he’s been doing with his days while he’s here?’
‘I think he sleeps.’ How else did a man get to be so inexhaustible throughout the night?
‘Did you know he blew off a face-to-face meeting with a soviet steel baron yesterday? Told him they could reschedule in two weeks’ time or have a conference call, and that it was all the same to him.’
‘You don’t think Logan knows what he’s doing when it comes to big business?’ Evie leaned back in her chair and eyed Max steadily. ‘Maybe he just doesn’t want to work with this man.’
‘Maybe he’s off his game.’
‘You don’t like that he’s spending time with me?’
‘I didn’t say that. I just happen to think that he’s keeping his real life at bay at the moment. Which is hardly conducive to an ongoing functional relationship.’
‘Your brother doesn’t want an ongoing functional relationship, Max. He wants to prove to himself that he’s over me. That he has no need to be scared of me. The minute he does that he’ll be gone.’
Max eyed her narrowly. ‘So what’s in it for you?’
Evie shrugged. ‘A fascinating house guest, for a while.’ Max probably wouldn’t want to know this next reason but it was a definite plus to Evie’s way of thinking. ‘Exceptionally good sex.’
Max winced. ‘Is that it?’
‘Isn’t that enough?’ countered Evie.
‘Cold, Evie.’
‘Maybe,’ she murmured. ‘But I’ve decided that I can’t be in love with your brother, Max. Infatuated, yes. Willing to help him overcome a few demons, yes. But I can’t fall in love with him. That’d be beyond stupid.’
‘You know, I had this vision in my head that if I cut you free to be with Logan that your romance would progress in somewhat traditional fashion. Dating. Getting engaged. Marriage. What about marriage?’
‘Marriage is overrated.’
‘You’re selling yourself short, Evie. And my mother’s in town as of last night and she wants to have lunch with you.’
‘Pardon?’
‘Consider yourself forewarned. She’ll be here in about …’ Max glanced at his two-dollar watch. ‘Now.’
‘She’s coming here?’ Evie had a sudden and irresistible urge to be not here. ‘I won’t be here. I’m heading out on site. Now. Right now. I’m already running late.’
‘Which site?’
‘The Rogers site.’
‘Mick’s already there.’
‘He needs help.’
‘He’s got help.’
‘My help.’ And Evie needed to be gone when Caroline Carmichael arrived. ‘What does your mother want with me? I mean … if she’s after her ring back, I don’t have it.’
‘I found the ring, Evie. I spent half a day looking for that bloody rock. I gave it back to her.’
‘Oh.’ Evie digested Max’s words with a frown. ‘What did she do with it?’
‘I’m guessing she put it back where it came from. I didn’t ask.’
‘She hurt him.’ Hurt Logan.
‘Sometimes he brings it on himself.’
‘You’re defending her.’
‘No!’ said Max curtly. And with a twisted scowl, ‘Yes. She’s my mother, Evie. What do you want me to say?’
Good question. ‘Do you know what Logan’s father did to them? What he did to himself? What he did to his son?’
‘Do you?’ asked Max quietly. ‘You know what Logan’s told you, Evie. That’s not the whole story. If you want another side of the story, best you get it from my mother. She’s not a bad person. It wouldn’t kill you to hear what she has to say.’
‘She hurt him, Max. By having you give me that ring she used you, confused me and stuck a knife in Logan’s heart. Anything she has to say should be said to Logan, not to me.’
‘He doesn’t listen to her, Evie. Maybe he’ll listen to you. You’re closer to him than anyone’s ever been.’
‘And yet I’m still so very, very far away.’ Evie ran a hand through her hair. ‘Max, I can’t fix this. I can barely fix what went wrong with Logan and me. You’re asking too much. Your mother is asking too much.’
‘And yet here I am,’ said a cultured, feminine voice and there stood Max’s mother. Logan’s mother too. Caroline Carmichael in her well-preserved flesh. ‘Asking
