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into the back and Nick helped Tyler into the front. Sammie caught Nick’s eyes in the mirror and held his gaze boldly, brave in her expensive new disguise.
    “Hot,” he mouthed. Shivers of pleasure ran down her spine. Then he was all business again. “Okay, Karori for you Tyler. Where to, Samantha?”
    “Wadestown, so it’s on the way.”
    He eased out into the traffic.
    “Eight-thirty tomorrow?” he tossed over his shoulder as she alighted a few minutes later. “I want to go through your meeting notes to start with.”

    Next morning she managed something a little nicer than jeans and a polo. With the weather still just warm enough, she chose her short white linen skirt and topped it with a long-sleeved scoop-necked cinnamon tunic with a line of tiny white buttons down the front. Found her wedges with the rope-weaving and ankle-ties. And told herself she was definitely not dressing up for Nick.  
    She arrived a few minutes early and he appeared from the main studio, once again in shorts and tank, damp and dangerous.
    “Sorry—won’t be long,” he said.
    “Take your time. You’re the boss.”
    He raised an appreciative eyebrow at the length of her skirt and sauntered off to the showers.  
    She watched his loose athletic stride. Yes, he was strong and muscular, but it was a lean streamlined body all the same. No wonder he’d looked good in yesterday’s tailored trousers. There was broadness in his shoulders and chest, strength in his arms and thighs, but his torso was trim and his hips narrow. His wet tank clung to the lines of muscle either side of his spine. Her eyes devoured him until he disappeared.  
    The phone rang just in time to stop her drooling all over the floor. “BodyWork Fitness. Samantha speaking.”
    It was Tyler. “Can you talk for a moment?”
    “Yes, no trouble. Nick’s just heading for the shower.”  
    “Hhhhmmmmm,” Tyler sighed theatrically. “That’s something I’m going to miss. Oh well, my loss, your gain.”
    Sammie gave a non-committal laugh.
    “Anyway, Kelly rang. She’s spending tonight at her boyfriend’s place so they can go to the airport together early tomorrow. Do you want to move in this evening?”
    Sammie took a deep breath. Freedom. Her own space away from Ray’s incessant sports TV, Anita’s gossipy chat, and their sons’ sniping over the dinner table.  
    “Yes, any time suits me fine. Tonight would be wonderful.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you mid-morning with the key. You’ll be busy with Nick for a while?”
    “So it seems. No baby yet?”
    “No—but I’m starting to feel...interesting.”
    “God!” Sammie yelped. “Don’t come in. I can cope.”
    Tyler burst into cheerful laughter.
    Nick appeared a few minutes later, long legs in black jeans, broad shoulders in white T-shirt, grin surrounded by sexy black stubble. Sammie tried so hard not to stare.
    She brandished her steno pad. “Do you need a few minutes before we start?”
    “Now’s good.”
    “Coffee?”
    “Always.”
    Sighing to herself, she trailed him along the corridor. His back view looked every bit as edible as his front.

    That evening she carried her bags to the elevator, pressed the button for the fifth floor, and let herself into the apartment. A slim little tabby immediately wriggled out of the cat door onto the balcony and stood there glaring at her.
    Sammie drew the air into her lungs as though it was French perfume. Paradise. Her own place for a while. No Grandpa to worry about any more. No Anita and Ray and the boys to fit in with. Peace and quiet—or her own choice of music. Endless possibilities.  
    She discovered one big bedroom with a luxurious en suite bathroom, a nicely set up study with a sofa-bed, an airy living area with the kitchen in the corner, and a small guest bathroom with laundry facilities. All painted white. A sheet of paper lay on the kitchen counter with instructions for the cat, the Kentia palm, an African violet, and two begonias.  
    She’d no