Gift-Wrapped In Her Wedding Dress. Kandy Shepherd

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СКАЧАТЬ guess any other day doesn’t have the same impact,’ he reluctantly agreed, not sure he would be able to face the festivities. Did he actually have to be present on the day? Might it not be enough to provide the house and the meal? No. To achieve his goal, he knew his presence would be necessary. Much as he would hate every minute of it.

      ‘Maybe your marketing people will have other ideas,’ she said. ‘But I think opening your home on the actual December twenty-five to give people who really need it a slap-up feast would be a marvellous antidote to your Scrooge...sorry, miser... I mean cheap reputation.’ She pulled a face. ‘Sorry. I didn’t actually mean any of those things.’

      Why did it sting so much more coming from her? ‘Of course you did. So does everyone else. People who have no idea of what and where I might give without wanting any fanfare.’ The main reason he wanted to secure the joint venture was to ensure his big project in Brisbane would continue to be funded long after his lifetime.

      She looked shamefaced. ‘I’m sorry.’

      He hated that people like Andie thought he was stingy. Any remaining reservations he might hold about the party had to go. He needed to take action before this unfair reputation become so deeply entrenched he’d never free himself from it. ‘Let’s hope the seasonal name-calling eases if I go ahead with the lunch.’

      She held up a finger in warning. ‘It wouldn’t appease everyone. Those cynical journalists might not be easily swayed.’

      He scowled. ‘I can’t please everyone.’ But he found himself, irrationally, wanting to please her.

      ‘It might help if you followed through with a visible, ongoing relationship with a charity. If the media could see...could see...’

      Her eyes narrowed in concentration. He waited for the end of her sentence but it wasn’t forthcoming. ‘See what?’

      ‘Sorry,’ she said, shaking her head as if bringing herself back to earth. ‘My thoughts tend to run faster than my words sometimes when I’m deep in the creative zone.’

      ‘I get it,’ he said, though he wasn’t sure what the hell being in the creative zone meant.

      ‘I meant your critics might relent if they could see your gesture was genuine.’

      He scowled. ‘But it will be genuine.’

      ‘You know it and I know it but they might see it as just another publicity gimmick.’ Her eyes narrowed again and he gave her time to think. ‘What if you didn’t actually seek publicity for this day? You know—no invitations or press releases. Let the details leak. Tantalise the media.’

      ‘For a designer, you seem to know a lot about publicity,’ he said.

      She shrugged. ‘When you work in magazines you pick up a lot about both seeking and giving publicity. But your marketing people would have their own ideas, I’m sure.’

      ‘I should talk it over with them,’ he said.

      ‘As it’s only six weeks until Christmas, and this would be a big event to pull together, may I suggest there’s not a lot of discussion time left?’

      ‘You’re right. I know. But it’s a big deal.’ So much bigger for him personally than she realised.

      ‘You’re seriously considering going ahead with it?’

      He so much preferred it to the Z-list celebrity party. ‘Yes. Let’s do it.’

      She clapped her hands together. ‘I’m so glad. We can make it a real dream-come-true for your guests.’

      ‘What about you and your business partners? You’d have to work on Christmas Day.’

      ‘Speaking for me, I’d be fine with working. True spirit of Christmas and all that. I’ll have to speak to Gemma and Eliza, but I think they’d be behind it too.’ Securing Dominic Hunt’s business for Party Queens was too important for them to refuse.

      ‘What about caterers and so on?’ he asked.

      ‘The hospitality industry works three hundred and sixty-five days a year. It shouldn’t be a problem. There are also people who don’t celebrate Christmas as part of their culture who are very happy to work—especially for holiday pay rates. You don’t have to worry about all that—that’s our job.’

      ‘And the guests? How would we recruit them?’ He was about to say he could talk to people in Brisbane, where he was heavily involved in a homeless charity, but stopped himself. That was too connected to the secret part of his life he had no desire to share.

      ‘I know the perfect person to help—my older sister, Hannah, is a social worker. She would know exactly which charities to liaise with. I think she would be excited to be involved.’

      It was her. Andie. He would not be considering this direction if it wasn’t for her. The big glitzy party had seemed so wrong. She made him see what could be right.

      ‘Could we set up a meeting with your sister?’ he asked.

      ‘I can do better than that,’ she said with a triumphant toss of her head that set her oversized earrings swaying. ‘Every Wednesday night is open house dinner at my parents’ house. Whoever of my siblings can make it comes. Sometimes grandparents and cousins too. I know Hannah will be there tonight and I’m planning to go too. Why don’t you come along?’

      ‘To your family dinner?’ His first thought was to say no. Nothing much intimidated him—but meeting people’s families was near the top of the list.

      ‘Family is an elastic term for the Newmans. Friends, waifs and strays are always welcome at the table.’

      What category would he be placed under? His memory of being a real-life stray made him wince. Friend? Strictly speaking, if circumstances were different, he’d want to be more than friends with Andie. Would connecting with her family create an intimacy he might later come to regret?

      He looked down at his watch. Thought about his plan to return to the office.

      ‘We need to get things moving,’ she prompted.

      ‘I would like to meet your sister tonight.’

      Her wide smile lit her eyes. ‘I have a really good feeling about this.’

      ‘Do you always go on your feelings?’ he asked.

      She took off her sunglasses so he was treated to the directness of her gaze. ‘All the time. Don’t you?’

      If he acted on his feelings he would be insisting they go to dinner, just the two of them. He would be taking her in his arms. Tasting her lovely mouth. Touching. Exploring. But that wouldn’t happen.

      He trusted his instincts when it came to business. But trusting his feelings when it came to women had only led to bitterness, betrayal and the kind of pain he never wanted to expose himself to again.

      No to feeling. Yes to pleasant relationships that mutually fulfilled desires and were efficiently terminated before emotions ever became part of it. And with none of the complications СКАЧАТЬ