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where constancy used to live in him, he
admired her for continuing to protect the man she’d injured. A man she still
cared for even though he’d also hurt her horribly. It said she might have been
impetuous and naïve but she was faithful. And that was a rare commodity in his
world. Her hurt and anger were very clearly directed at herself. In fact, the
most notable thing about her manner was the absence of the flat, lifeless lack
of interest that he associated so closely with heartbreak—and knew so
intimately.
    He wondered if she’d even realised yet that her heart wasn’t
broken.
    ‘OK, Daniel is out of it.’
    ‘And get the media to lay off him.’
    He snorted. Whoever taught Georgia about manners forgot to
teach her about pushing her luck. ‘No one can halt that train now that it’s
moving, Georgia. I can promise EROS won’t use him, but there’s nothing I can do
about him being London’s most wanted. He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine.’
    Besides, judging by what he heard on the broadcast, Daniel
Bradford could look after himself.
    He leaned forward and locked his eyes on hers. ‘You’ve played
this well—’ for a civilian ‘—but I’ve bent about as
far as I’m going to go. I’ll have an amendment to the contract drawn up and
ready for your signature next week.’
    She nodded and sank back in her side of the booth.
    ‘How about some dinner?’
    She just blinked at him.
    ‘You do eat dinner?’
    ‘Um, yes. Though not usually out. Except for special
occasions.’
    She truly hadn’t begun to imagine ways of spending her huge
windfall? He tried one last time to prove that she was like everyone else.
‘Don’t tell me you’re another mad-keen home chef?’
    Her laugh was automatic. ‘No, definitely not.’
    ‘You don’t cook?’
    ‘I prepare food. But it’s not really cooking. The latest in a
number of reasons it was probably just as well Dan declined my proposal.’
    She certainly was taking her failed marriage-bid a hell of a
lot better than he’d taken his. Did that say more about her or Bradford?
    Or him?
    He fired up his tablet and tapped a few keys. ‘I think we just
found your first official Year of Georgia idea.’
    ‘Eating out in every restaurant in London?’
    ‘Culinary school.’ He chuckled.
    She stared. ‘I hated home economics at school. What makes you
think I’ll enjoy it now?’
    ‘Half the women on my staff are right into those social cooking
classes. Wine, conversation, cooking techniques from the experts. The sessions
must have something going for them.’
    Her lips tightened. ‘I’m not sure I’d want to go where your
staff—’
    ‘God, no.’ He pushed his chair back and stood. ‘That’s the last
thing I want, too.’
    ‘You?’
    ‘I’ll be coming along. Or have you changed your mind?’
    Her delicate brows folded closer together. ‘It’s not me doing
it for me if I’m doing it with you. The dynamic would be all wrong.’
    Dynamic. That sounded almost credible. What was she really
worried about?
    ‘I need to be there to record your progress, but...you have a
point. We’ll do it together, but separate. Like we don’t know each other. I’ll
just shadow you. Watch.’
    A streak of colour ran up her jaw. ‘Won’t that be weird?’
    He pushed his glass away and leaned in closer. ‘Georgia, I’m
going to have a solution for any hurdle you put up. You’ve signed the contract.
How about working with me on this instead of against?’
    She sighed. Stared at him with those unreadable eyes. ‘OK.
Sorry.’ She took a sip of white wine. ‘What did you have in mind?’
    * * *
    ‘That’s a long list.’ Georgia stretched and
read the upside-down sheet in front of Zander.
    ‘A year is a long time. But we don’t have to go with all of
these. Plus things might come up along the way so we need to leave room for
those. If you had to shortlist, which ones would you enjoy the most?’
    He spun the paper around to her and passed her his fancy pen.
She