“All good things I hope,” he said.
“Of course.” She grinned, then flicked Sean a quick look. “Everything okay?”
“Yep. Lead on.” He gave a mysterious nod.
Was it his imagination, or did they both look nervous?
She went into the house and Dion followed, puzzling over their secret communication. But he forgot it instantly as he found himself in a huge, open plan kitchen and living area with high ceilings and shiny, kauri wood floors, the far wall completely made of large windows that looked out over the small bay. “Wow!”
“I know.” Gaby laughed. “It took my breath away when I first walked in. Sean wouldn’t let me see it until he’d finished it.”
“It’s fantastic.” He opened his mouth to ask her to show him around, but the words failed to come as his attention focused on the person standing on the deck outside, overlooking the bay.
She hadn’t noticed him come in. He could hear her singing, and it made him smile. She’d always been the same, her brain like an iPod on shuffle. Now she was singing an old Dylan song, I’ll be your baby tonight. Her husky voice sent a shiver down his spine. He remembered that voice in his ear whispering erotic things he’d never have dreamed she’d be brave enough to say to him.
He walked across the floor to the open sliding doors. As he approached, she turned around, obviously hearing his shoes on the wood.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in an almost comical expression of shock and surprise. Obviously, she hadn’t expected him. Sean hadn’t told her he was coming.
Fuck. Why?
He stopped walking and stared at her, his heart hammering. She hadn’t changed much over the past year. Her hair shone the light chestnut colour it had always been, and she’d pinned it up in an elegant clip, leaving curly strands to frame her face.
She’d lost a little weight. She wore denim cut-offs and a pink vest that clung to her breasts, and sparkly flip-flops, or jandals as the Kiwis called them. She looked pretty and sexy, and an image shot through his head of her that moment he’d spotted her Prague, stunning in the scarlet coat, with the saddest look on her face he’d ever seen on anyone.
No, she didn’t look any different.
What was different was the baby she held in her arms.
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