href="#u9bd89361-b744-5fa1-a4fc-58140c2d66f2">CHAPTER SIX
Joss Wood
To Sandi, so far away but still so close to my heart. Also for Sandis Chris, who brings my little technie toys. Thanks bunches!
‘MINIMALISM, MODERNISM OR IMPRESSIONISM?’
Finn Banning looked up from his seat in business class into the lovely face of a navy-eyed blonde with her hand resting on the seat in front of him. A ten-second scan told him that her body was long, lean and leggy, her waist tiny, her bright blonde hair falling way past her shoulders. Another five seconds of looking into those impish flirty eyes told him that she was Trouble. With a capital T. God, he hoped she wasn’t sitting next to him on this long-haul flight back to Cape Town from JFK.
Over the past two months his life had been turned upside down and inside out and he didn’t want to make small talk with a stranger—even if she was supermodel-gorgeous.
But he couldn’t help the corners of his mouth
