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super bomber jacket in sexy, supple bronze Italian leather worn over them must have cost a mint. The breeze off the Harbour had tousled his hair, so a crow-black lock fell onto his tanned forehead. The back of his hair curled up enticingly at his nape. His blazing blue eyes sparkled. Was there ever such a great combination as crow-black hair and intensely blue eyes?
    â€œHad no trouble finding me?” she queried. “You couldn’t have, since you’re here.”
    He smiled down at her, in that super self-assured way he had. “Isn’t there something dangerous about wearing your hair likethat?” he asked with seeming concern. “You could bump into something.”
    She wanted to stomp off. Instead she tossed back the offending curtain of hair. “How did you get here?”
    â€œThe Rolls. What else?” He stared about him with an expression bordering on wonderment.
    â€œBrody bring you?” Brody was her grandmother’s long-time major-domo and chauffeur. His wife, Dawn, was the housekeeper and cook—a very good one.
    â€œHaving someone else drive me brings me out in a cold sweat,” he mocked.
    â€œYou could have walked, or even hitch-hiked,” she pointed out with sarcasm, still trying to get the dizzies under control. “It’s not all that far away.”
    â€œI was just too anxious to see you.” His glance dipped to her long slender legs. “Where does that dress disappear to when you sit down?” he asked, as if he really wanted to know.
    â€œGod, you’re so old-fashioned, Haddo!” she said shortly, close to despair. “You should take in the bright lights more often.”
    He shrugged a careless shoulder. “I wouldn’t live in the city for a cool million.”
    â€œAnd this is a guy who’s worth—what?” she jeered.
    â€œMore than you, anyway. But enough of the repartee. I’ve come to escort you home, Victoria, if you’d be so kind as to come without making a scene. Your grandmother has become very worried about you of late.”
    That incensed her. “She has no need to be,” she said loftily.
    â€œNot even you believe that.” He chopped her off. “I had a quick glance through the newspapers Lucinda showed me. They said some pretty mean things about you and your crowd.”
    â€œSo what?” She flushed hotly. “It’s all envy-driven. I found out early that envy is a terrible thing. Just about everyone who writes negative things about me suffers from the sin of envy.”
    â€œI must be one who doesn’t.”
    â€œWell, I always did bring out the best in you.”
    Their fairly crackling exchange was cut short as a young man wearing round glasses suddenly appeared at Tori’s shoulder. “Vicki, sweetheart! How lovely to see you. Kiss, kiss.” He moved right in close, planting kisses European style on Tori’s cheeks. “You’ve no idea how I’ve missed you. I see Josh landed himself in a bit of trouble. I warned you about him, didn’t I?”
    â€œAll the time,” said Tori.
    â€œAnd this is?” The young man, Peter Weaver, stared up at Haddo, who was dwarfing him, with interest. Peter had never seen the big guy before. Mighty impressive—even if Vicki wasn’t looking at him exactly lovingly.
    â€œMy cousin Haddon—Haddon Rushford,” Tori said, curling her fingers around Peter’s arm. “Haddo, this is Peter Weaver.”
    â€œNow I get it! The cattle baron!” Peter went to slap Haddo on the back, but stopped himself just in time. The cattle baron didn’t look the type of guy one slapped on the back. “What brings you to Sydney, Haddon?” Peter asked, slipping an arm around Vicki’s tiny waist instead.
    â€œBusiness, Peter,” Haddo answered. “Actually, I’m here to collect Tori. Her grandmother isn’t feeling particularly well. She wants Tori