had certainly not been the case ten years ago when he had stood in the hallway of another house and another birthday celebration.
Amber might have invited him to her eighteenth birthday party but her mother had taken one look at him standing on her front doorstep, snorted and closed the door in his face. Just to make sure that he got the message loud and clear.
Sam Richards was not good enough for her daughter. Oh, no. Nowhere near.
Of course he wasn’t going to put up with that—he had plans for Amber’s birthday and there was no way that her mother was going to thwart his little scheme.
So he’d climbed over the garden fence and sneaked in through the conservatory where the young people were having fun.
Suddenly there was the tinkle of laughter from the kitchen and Sam grinned as he strolled into the warm, light, open space of the huge kitchen sun room that Saskia’s aunt Margot had built. Every worktop was covered with plates and bowls and platters of foodstuffs—but his attention was focused on the two women who were walking towards him.
Here come the girls.
Saskia’s arm was around Kate’s shoulder, which was not difficult, considering that Kate could just about make five feet four inches if she stretched. Although tonight she looked stunning in a dark green taffeta cocktail dress with real jewels. Saskia was in midnight-blue crushed velvet with a real pearl choker and gorgeous lilac kitten heels.
They were like dazzling stars transported from a catwalk fashion show into this London kitchen. English style and elegance. Not too much flesh on show, and all class.
Kate hissed at him, but Saskia nudged her with a glare and moved forward to shake his hand.
‘Hello, Sam. Nice to see you again. I appreciate your help with my website—it’s ten times better than I could have thought of on my own. We’re having a few drinks on the patio before the hordes of locusts arrive. Why don’t you come and join us?’
‘Perfect. Thanks. And I’m pleased I could help.’
‘You go ahead. One more thing to bring out of the oven,’ Saskia replied, and waved Kate and Sam onto the terrace.
The second they were out of sight of the kitchen, Kate grabbed Sam’s sleeve, whirled around and planted a hand on each hip as she stared up at him with squeezed narrow eyes.
‘I’m watching you, Sam Richards. If you step out of place tonight or do anything to spoil Amber’s evening I’ll be on to you like a shot.’
He raised both hands in surrender.
‘I came here to work. And help Amber have a good time along the way. Okay?’
Kate replied by jabbing her second and third fingers towards her eyes then stabbed them towards his face, then back to her eyes.
‘Watching you,’ she hissed, then broke into a wide-mouthed grin and popped one of Saskia’s mini tomato tarts into her mouth and groaned in pleasure as Saskia strolled up with the most delicious-smelling tray.
Kate raised her glass of white wine in a toast. ‘Fab. You always know exactly how to pull off the perfect party, Saskia. Always have.’
‘Hold that thought, gorgeous. Special order for the star of the show. Mini pizza. Extra anchovies. Okay?’
‘Did someone say mini pizza?’
Amber sidled up to Saskia and kissed her on the cheek before biting into the crisp pastry and nodding. ‘Delicious.’ Only then did she look across at Sam and smile. ‘Hello, Sam. What perfect timing.’
And she took his breath away.
Her long sensitive fingers were wrapped around the stem of a wine glass which Kate was topping up with sparkling tonic water rather than wine. A diamond bracelet sparkled at her wrist and flashed bright and dazzling as she moved in the sunlight.
But that was nothing compared to the crystal covered dress and jewelled collar she was wearing.
Sam dragged his eyes away from Amber’s cleavage before Kate noticed and stabbed him with the corkscrew.
Her earrings moved, sparkling and bright, and helped him to focus on her face. Stunning make-up showed her clear, smooth complexion to perfection, and her eyes glowed against the dark smudge of colour. Her lips were full, smooth. Her whole face was radiant.
Amber had never looked so beautiful or more magical.
This was the Amber he had always imagined that she would look when she was happy in her own skin—and she had exceeded his wildest imagination.
He had often wondered over the years if Amber had stayed the sweet, loving girl that he had fallen for, under the surface gloss and razzmatazz, and it only took a few seconds of seeing her now with her friends to realise that she had somehow managed to keep her integrity and old friendships alive.
Now that was something he could admire.
He would give a lot to be here as her date this evening. To know that those lovely violet-blue eyes were looking at him with love instead of tolerance.
He had walked away from a great love.
Maybe his only love. And certainly the only girl that he had ever truly wanted in his life.
Which made him more than a fool. It made him a stupid fool.
The best that he could do was try and capture this moment for ever. So that when they were back in their ordinary worlds on other continents he had something to remind him of just how much he had lost.
She was the star. And he was a reporter who was working for her.
Because that was what he was here for, wasn’t it? To work?
Not as one of the guests.
Oh, no.
The likes of Sam Richards did not come to these events as a guest. He was the one parking cars and taking the coats.
Strange to think that he had some standing on the A-list circuit in Los Angeles. But it took London to put him right back in his place.
As one of the help.
Pity that he had no intention whatsoever of fitting in with someone else’s idea of who and what he was. He was here because they needed him as much as he needed Amber.
An equal trade. Yes. That was better. He could work with that.
He was done with being second best. To anyone.
Instantly Sam smiled. ‘You look lovely, Amber—and not a day over twenty-eight. In fact, you ladies look so stunning as a group that I think this would make a charming example of a perfect summer drinks party. Early evening cocktails for a private party? So if you could just hold that pose? Lovely. And a little more to the right, Kate? Gorgeous—and don’t forget to smile, Kate. Much better than sticking your tongue out at me. That’s it.’
Sam stepped back and by the time the girls had straightened their dresses
