Dreaming Of... Australia: Mr Right at the Wrong Time / Imprisoned by a Vow / The Millionaire and the Maid. Nikki Logan

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СКАЧАТЬ What else could she say? There was only one thing she wanted to know, and she couldn’t ask it.

      Why wasn’t she here?

      He filled the silence where she should have spoken. ‘And the Parks Service couldn’t spare anyone because they’re covering for me being here.’ His eyes shadowed briefly. ‘And Mel couldn’t get away from work.’

      Her heart thumped at both the hollow tone in his voice and the unexpected opening. ‘Mel?’ she asked, all innocence.

      ‘Melissa. My wife.’

      It was barely a pause, but it was there. Aimee glanced down at his left hand. Still bare.

      He read her expression and his fingers slid in between the buttons of his dress shirt, fished out a gold wedding band on a chain. ‘I wear it around my neck. It’s too exposed at work.’

      Another one of a dozen deluded scenarios crumbled to dust. Like the one in which Sam and his wife were actually divorced but still good friends. Or the one where the orange-clad volunteer had simply made a mistake all those months ago, confused Sam with someone else. Or the one in which they all changed religion and Sam found himself in need of an additional wife.

      Anything that meant he wasn’t some kind of sleazoid, disguising his married status.

      Aimee sighed. The truth was Sam wasn’t hiding his wedding ring, he was protecting it. That good-guy gene at work again. ‘I’m sure she was really disappointed not to be able to get here today.’

      His eyes shadowed. ‘Yes.’

      The audience burst into applause for the ninth and final recipient on stage and Aimee felt her opportunity slipping away. The ceremony would be over in minutes and he’d go back to his life. Where she wasn’t invited.

      ‘Why didn’t you mention you were married?’ she blurted, and then winced at her own lack of art.

      His leonine brow folded. ‘Rescue is a—’

      Someone rushed past, calling all the recipients together for a newspaper photograph. Sam’s lips pressed together to contain his irritation. Then he flicked his eyes back to hers. They glittered with intensity even in the shadows. ‘Aimee, are you in Canberra for the day? Would you like to grab a coffee?’

      That couldn’t be a good idea. Could it? She glanced at her watch and pretended to consider it.

      ‘I’d just like to talk. To find out how everything went after the rescue.’

      The rescue. The reason she was here. Surely it wouldn’t be civil to throw his medal at him and then run. The man who’d saved her life. She nodded. ‘Sure. I have time.’

      His broad smile was ridiculously rewarding. Those white, even teeth. That hint of a dimple on the right. And it was all too easy to imagine that it was relief lingering at its corners.

      ‘Ten minutes!’ he said, and then dashed off for his media call.

      He’s married, a stern voice whispered.

      ‘It’s only coffee,’ she muttered under the thrum of the ceremony’s closing music out front.

      But he’s married.

      Aimee took a deep, mournful breath. She’d been kidding herself if she’d thought she’d put Sam out of her heart as well as her mind. He was always there somewhere, lingering. Popping up at the most inconvenient times. Just waiting to claw his way back into prominence at the first available opportunity.

      Reminding her of the kind of man she still hadn’t found.

      But married was more than a deal-breaker for her. Her family had been torn apart when she was a child, thanks to her father applying a rather too flexible interpretation to his vows. She was not about to start messing with someone else’s marriage.

      No matter how tempting.

      Just coffee, though. To say thank you properly, to apologise for the embarrassing kiss, and to wish Sam well with his life … Coffee was public and harmless and agenda-free. Coffee wasn’t like a drink at a bar. Or in a hotel room. Or over breakfast. Coffee was just coffee and a little bit of conversation. And then that would be that.

      They could part as friends, instead of strangers.

      Life would go back to normal.

       CHAPTER SIX

      ‘SO you were only in for a few days? Amazing.’

      Aimee lowered her skirt down her leg, back over the pin-scars high on her calf that she’d just been showing Sam. The only physical reminder she had of her night on the side of a mountain.

      ‘It’s good to be able to talk to you about this,’ she said, sipping her latte. ‘No one else gets it. They look at my little scars and think that somehow reflects the scale of the accident.’

      ‘You haven’t talked about it to anyone?’

      ‘The counsellor at the hospital.’ Though mostly about growing up as a human tug-of-war, as it turned out. ‘My friend Danielle.’ Mostly about you. ‘But I only gave my parents the basics …’

      ‘You mean you played it down.’ He smiled.

      She thought about hedging, but then laughed. ‘Only because they were already so freaked out by a two a.m. phone call from your crew.’

      ‘Have you dealt with it at all?’

      ‘Yes. I’ve gone over it a hundred different ways. Things I might have done differently, should have done differently …’ She dropped her eyes away. ‘I’m pretty reconciled to having handled it as best I could.’

      ‘You were brilliant. You made it so easy for me to help you.’

      She lifted her eyes. ‘I wanted to thank you. Right after … But you were—’ kissing your wife ‘—busy.’ She sighed. ‘The nomination was the closest I could get.’

      ‘You made the nomination?’

      She nodded. ‘I felt like an idiot. All I knew was the date and location of the accident and your first name. But they did the rest.’

      ‘That changes everything.’

      ‘What everything?’

      ‘I didn’t want the award. I thought it was crazy that the state would nominate me for just doing my job. But you …’ His eyes warmed the whole front corner of the café and his smile soaked into her. ‘You I’ll accept it from.’

      ‘Good. You’ll never know the difference that day made for me.’

      ‘Tell me now.’

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