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and a sneak preview of dark hair shadowing his chest.
    Her mouth felt disconcertingly dry and she almost shrieked her, ‘Yes, please!’ when Stephanie offered her something to drink. ‘Beer, please.’
    â€˜Beer?’ they both echoed in unison, with varying degrees of surprise on their faces.
    â€˜Perhaps not.’ She faltered and looked to her stepcousin for support.
    â€˜Perhaps some wine?’ Stephanie suggested, grinning. ‘It’s nice and cold.’
    â€˜Yes, thank you, that sounds fine.’ She breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair facing Callum, more because of its relative proximity than for any other reason, although the badly chosen seating arrangement now guaranteed an uninterrupted vision of him.
    â€˜You were talking about your national costume—or, rather, the lack of it,’ he said, crossing his extended legs at the ankles and linking his fingers together on his lap.
    â€˜What are you doing here?’ Destiny surprised herself by asking. This man, like it or not, made her say things and behave in ways that were alien to her. And her skin felt hot and itchy under the intensity of his blue eyes. Was that possible? Could someone make someone else feel hot and itchy just by looking at them? It had certainly never happened to her before.
    His eyebrows shot up in exaggerated astonishment at her question. ‘Stephanie’s my fiancée. Naturally I wanted to be by her side when she met her stepcousin for the first time. She’s a very gentle soul.’ He lowered his eyes when he said this but there was a tell-tale smile tugging the corners of his mouth. ‘I didn’t want you to terrify her.’
    â€˜Me? Terrify her?’ Her protesting voice was more of a furious splutter.
    â€˜With your aggression.’
    â€˜ My aggression? How can you talk about my aggression?’
    She reduced the volume of her voice at the sound of approaching footsteps, but the rankled feeling managed to stay with her for the remainder of the evening. Evenmore infuriating was the fact that her fulminating looks did very little more than provide him with a source of barely contained amusement.
    Only Stephanie’s cheerful banter, as she dragged out details of Panama from her guest, besieging her with interested questions, squealing with delight when Destiny talked about the children she taught and gasping with little cries of horror at her stories of the jungle and what it contained, saved the evening. Destiny wondered if her stepcousin knew that she would be marrying someone who made the most ferocious jungle animal pale in comparison.
    They had spoken not one word of business by the time eleven-thirty rolled around and she stood to leave, feeling woozy from the wine, to which she was in no way accustomed, and exhausted by her jet lag.
    â€˜So, what did you make of the buffoons at the company?’ Callum asked, standing up as well and shoving his hands into his pockets. ‘I suppose they pulled out all the stops? Made you pore over cobwebbed reports of how great and good the firm used to be years ago? Played down what a shambles it’s in now?’ Despite consuming what had seemed, to Destiny, prodigious amounts of wine during the evening, the man still looked bright-eyed, alert and rearing to attack.
    She threw him a wilted looked and stifled a yawn.
    â€˜Mmm. That interesting, was it?’ A wicked glint of humour shone in his eyes.
    â€˜I wasn’t trying to make a comment on what the meeting was like,’ Destiny said with lukewarm protest in her voice. ‘I’m tired.’
    â€˜Leave her alone, Callum,’ Stephanie said sympathetically.
    â€˜Business has to be discussed, Steph.’
    â€˜Why now? It’s so boring.’
    â€˜Boring for you perhaps, but you want to remember that your finances are tied up with what happens next in this little exciting scenario. I buy the company, play with it a bit until