“We need to talk. ”
Those four little words lay heavy with meaning, conjuring up a multitude of awkward scenarios from Kat’s disastrous past. Ten weeks ago, they’d not only crossed that line between friends and lovers, they’d burned it to the ground, and part of her wanted to run home and hide under the bed covers.
“About?”
“We can talk on my boat. ”
She sighed. “Look, Marco, it’s late and there’s a cyclone approaching. Can’t this wait another day?”
“You’ve been avoiding my calls, so no. And the storm’s not due for hours yet. ”
He glanced up at the dark sky, narrowed his eyes at the barely discernible wind that had picked up.
“I’m tired. ”
He stared at her, irritated. “Phone calls. Avoiding. ”
She blinked slowly.
“You’re not going to give up until I agree, are you?”“No. ”
“Dammit, you can be sooooo annoying!”
“Says the woman who still hasn’t told me she’s pregnant. ”
Suddenly
Expecting
Paula Roe
Despite wanting to be a vet, choreographer, card shark, hairdresser and an interior designer (although not simultaneously!), British-born, Aussie-bred PAULA ROE ended up as a personal assistant, office manager, software trainer and aerobics instructor for thirteen interesting years.
This story required an extra kick in the pants and I truly appreciate kickers Shannon Curtis and Kaz Delaney for doing that. You know how much I love you girls xx Huge cuddles to Helene Young for her wonderful cyclone information, and Gabrielle Luthy for her knowledge of all things French. And a special thanks to Kaycie from the Football Federation of Australia who went over and above to provide this soccer-challenged writer with information regarding the sport.
I also need to mention some special characters in Twitter Land who for one reason or another provided either encouragement or sweet, hilarious distraction throughout this particular story and kept this writer sane: George IV, Will Shakespeare, Prince Henry, Jack Sheppard, Philippe and Charles Brandon. Love you, guys! Lastly, to the wonderful, gorgeous people behind the epic French movie
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Ten weeks ago, Katerina Jackson had spent one night in bed with her best friend. And it had been absolutely amazing.
Now, as she drove down the Captain Cook Highway, just before she got into Cairns, she was confronted with an image of the man in question, naked and smiling seductively down at her.