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‘Don’t bother co back until you’re prepared to take your place as a part of our family and communicate rationally,’ her e roo in with her family’s lifestyle had never suited her A lifestyle Cameron Black would be totally at home with

But as he really? With his lifestyle, looks, his omen, he reminded her too much of the man who, to her hu plans alone But she’d seen glimpses—shadows—of soy, she closed her eyes Caht have a reputable name but Cameron Black, the man, was someone else entirely

The wide steel doors slid open on a cushion of air and Caht-darkened office on the fifteenth floor with its twinkling vista of lights below, but he barely gave thelance as he strode past the empty reception area He’d kissed her Didi The woman he’d commissioned to work for him

Why, for God’s sake? Because he’d been unable to help himself He’d been bewitched No, he told hi, he rifled through his files until he found the Sydney contacts She didn’t call the shots where his sex life was concerned So why had it felt as if he’d been sledgehammered? As if he’d been the one out of control?

He tossed the necessary paperwork into his briefcase then o to Sydney next weekend as he’d originally planned, but tomorrow

Just a kiss That was all it was, right?

Who knehat ht have happened if the damn cat hadn’t decided to take a piece out of him?

Sex ht have happened

Fast furious sex on his kitchen counter The i hi up, his blood rushing to his groin He swore He didn’t do emotional, he didn’t do trust, not where women were concerned Not any more

He tapped keys, booked a seat on the six a pass He wanted the best Didi could do with her needlework He needed her creativity on the wall, not in his bed

Didi spent the followingon h what she already had and what she needed to purchase

This hat she needed to concentrate her thoughts on, she told herself as she pulled out skeins of tangerine and verine Not the sexyher the chance she’d been waiting for

Next she took Cameron’s offer of the limo service and shopped like a queen—for supplies But it was liberating selectingfor the back to his apart to depend on an unreliable car, the hassles of parking or public transport The carefree way she’d done as a child

She and her sister had been raised as the privileged daughters of a society couple Their parents graced the social pages regularly and she’d attended nuer, she’d accompanied her mother to her charitable events, had witnessed firsthand what it was like to live in the gutter with no support, no hope She’d seen the despair in those eyes and what that desperation led to—drugs, cried the way Didi viewed her place in the world

Over the years she’d devoted regular earlyout with the kids’ breakfast club on the searamme for women and children in shelters, volunteered late shifts at a halfway house for those undergoing drug rehabilitation

People were all equals as far as Didi was concerned

Mum didn’t see it that way They’re not like us, dear Her mother would tell Didi, ‘It’s our duty as Christians to help those less fortunate than ourselves’ But she didn’t want to soil her silk ense it

Nor could Didi iner suits dirty in a soup kitchen or handing out blankets to the hoht

Bulging shopping bags hanging from both arms, she stepped onto the footpath in front of his apart woman at the entrance as she passed Even in skinny jeans and a casual black velvet jacket, she was stunning At around six foot, she was a statuesque brunette with clear blue eyes Yes, she’d fit right in aht

Whereas she’d never fitted in Her older sister, Veronica, took after their parents—tall, dark Ied owner of several luxury yachts that ferried rich tourists around the Harbour and now lived a life of luxury in one of Sydney’s most affluent suburbs