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want to."
    "Which is?"
    "Slowly. I'd rather take my time. Spend a few
weeks in a village in Tuscany or on felucca floating down the Nile." He
shrugged. "All I get to see is the inside of a hotel room and an office
block or two. Not very interesting."
    It wasn't entirely a lie. He'd traveled around the
world when he was in his early twenties, care of a trust fund and family money.
But since he'd started his own business investing in other companies, he didn't
get to see much of the cities he visited.
    "Ooh, yes, Egypt," Abbey crooned. "Another
place I want to visit. I love ancient history. I even thought about becoming an
archaeologist but it meant an extra three years and I'd already had enough of
study after finishing my Arts degree."
    Nick raised his eyebrows as Abbey's drew together. She
coughed and looked away.
    But Nick wasn't going to let that one slide by. "You
went to university? What did you major in? Sensual massage?"
    Abbey's lips twitched, fighting a grin. Eventually the
grin won.
    "Very funny," she said taking a sip of wine.
    He opened his mouth to ask her what she really did
major in, but she held up a finger.
    "That topic's off limits."
    Like hell. "No. I want to know more."
    "I said it's off limits. Got it?" Her voice
was low and she spoke through clenched teeth.
    Nick didn't like being refused. He glared at her with
a look that usually withered his opposition across a boardroom table. She
didn't flinch. She glared right back.
    "Guess it's back to travel again, then," he
said in attempt to clear the air.
    She nodded stiffly and sat back in her seat. She
looked flustered. Good. He liked knowing he'd at least achieved that reaction
from her, since she'd already succeeded in getting him to lose his self-control
last night. It was only fair.
    "Antarctica," he said. "That's the one
place I don't want to go. Too cold."
    Abbey's sour mood melted and she laughed, a throaty
laugh that bubbled up from deep within. God, it was fantastic the way she threw
back her head and put her heart into her laugh. He'd never met anyone who
enjoyed his conversation so much. It was a novel experience — and
kind of satisfying too.
    "Way too cold for me too," she said. "I
prefer the heat."
    "Then you'd be happy today."
    "Well, today was exceptional, even by Melbourne's
standards. Although I do like it like this. It reminds me of summers by the
pool or down the beach when I was a kid."
    Her voice drifted off dreamily. Nick could picture
her, sitting on a beach in a large straw hat and bikini.
    A small, white bikini that revealed her rosy nipples
when she emerged from the water.
    He swallowed and glanced at Abbey. She was grinning at
him. Damn it, how did she know what he was thinking?
    "I take it from that look on your face that you
like the beach too?" Her eyes danced mischievously.
    He nodded and shifted in his seat. Bad move. His
erection rubbed against his thighs and the movement made him bigger, harder.
    "Are you ready to order, sir, madam?"
    A short, balding waiter stood at Nick's side, handed
them a menu each then scuttled away. Nick was grateful for the distraction.
    "The seafood's great here," said Abbey.
    He peered over his menu. "You've eaten here
before?" Yet another surprise — Abbey didn't seem like the
right sort of clientele.
    "Many times." She suddenly dropped her menu.
He momentarily caught her gaze in his and held it before she glanced away. She
shrugged casually. Too casually. "Once or twice a long time ago. I can't
afford this sort of place anymore." Her face disappeared behind her menu
again.
    She was a mystery this one. A real mystery.
    They ordered and continued sipping wine and chatting. The
evening was turning into quite a pleasant one, and he was surprised at how
easily he could talk to Abbey. And laugh with her.
    She asked him about Sydney, and he saw no reason not
to tell her which restaurants he liked. She seemed eager to hear about the best
galleries in town, something else he wasn't expecting. When he