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CHAPTER TWO

‘FREYA?’ THE HOTEL’S events coordinator prompted when Freya didn’t answer her question.

‘I was just taking it all in,’ Freya said, rather than admit her mind was still back in the elevator. She looked around the ballroom. ‘Yes, Beth’s going to be very pleased.’

The tables were dressed in red but instead of having flowers as centrepieces Beth had decided on huge bows. There were bows on the chairs too. Freya’s carefully worded response told the hotel events coordinator that she had done an amazing job with terrible directions.

They shared another small smile and Freya nearly burst out laughing, a part of her wanting to tell the other woman about her little...er...encounter with the man they’d been admiring a few days ago. Instead, she headed off to the chapel where guests were starting to arrive, hugging the memory to herself and smiling. It had been fun and Freya had never had fun like that.

Freya knew that she was a private, prickly person.

She was, thanks to her psychology degree that lay languishing unused on her résumé, very self-aware. And her very self-aware self knew why she didn’t let her guard down.

Freya didn’t trust anyone with her feelings.

And walking towards her was yet another reason why.

Edward!

‘Freya, we have to stop meeting like this.’ He smiled.

‘Well, now that all our friends are married, we shall,’ Freya answered coolly.

‘Won’t I be getting an invite to yours?’ Edward asked.

‘That would be a no,’ Freya said.

‘Are you here with anyone?’

Freya was not going to prolong this conversation so she gave him a very tight smile and walked off.

Oh, how she loathed him.

He was married now and had twins but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to chat her up at the last wedding they’d been at. Freya knew, because she’d been dealing with the RSVPs, that Cathy, his wife, wasn’t attending tonight as one of their children was unwell.

Oh, a come-on from Edward she so did not need.

Not when she had Mr Room 2812, Freya thought with a sudden smile.

Of course she wouldn’t be taking him up on his offer but it had been such, such a nice offer to have that it got her through the wedding and then the meal.

The endless five-course meal at the top table.

It was hard to explain, even to herself, but set menus were for Freya the hardest.

Chicken or beef was served alternatively and Freya let out a small breath of relief that she was given chicken, which would have been her choice.

‘Would you mind...?’ Beth’s mother said. ‘I don’t like red meat.’

‘Of course.’ Freya smiled, to show that it didn’t matter in the least to her, and they swapped plates.

She had been worried about the meal at the wedding and had thought about talking to her friend, Mila, about it. She sometimes discussed her eating disorder with Mila, because Mila didn’t treat Freya as if she had two heads and tiptoe around her. But weddings were a bit of a touchy subject between Freya and Mila, given James had jilted her friend at the altar. Also, she was avoiding Mila a bit at the moment, because Freya still hadn’t told James that the Bright Hope Clinic charity was run by his ex-fiancée.

James didn’t even know they’d remained friends.

Oh, it was a long dinner and then came the speeches.

Freya glared at the cameraman, who was getting stuck into the champagne. She would have preferred Beth to have chosen someone else, but the wedding budget was getting tight, Beth had said. Freya had gently suggested losing a few bows but that hadn’t gone down well.

‘My wife and I have an extra surprise for you all,’ Neil said. ‘You’ll be thrilled to know that the stork arrived early....’

The whole room melted and clapped and the cameraman must have seen Freya’s stern glare because he panned to the guests and then back to the happy couple. Neil made a joke about more free cocktails for him on their cruise. This had Freya’s jaw tense.

Then the dancing started but Freya still couldn’t relax as Beth had yet more requests.

‘I want him to film messages for us from all the guests.’

‘I know that you do.’

‘But I don’t want the messages to just be about the baby,’ Beth said. ‘I want them mainly to be about me.’

Me, me, me, me, me, Freya thought as she nodded and smiled.

Freya took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and then Edward came over. ‘You’re looking gorgeous, Freya,’ he said.

She looked terrible, as Mr Room 2812 had so sexily pointed out!

‘Can I get you another drink?’ Edward offered.

‘No, thank you.’

‘You were blonde last time I saw you,’ he said. ‘You’ve gone back to brunette.’

‘Really?’ Freya’s response was sarcastic. ‘Thanks for letting me know.’

‘I’m actually staying here tonight,’ Edward said. ‘How about a dance for old times’ sake?’

‘How about I throw this champagne in your face?’

Freya walked off with her drink and headed outside to drag the cool night air into her lungs. She loved LA in winter and she promised to take herself riding some time soon. It was her best method for relaxing and she had been introduced to it when she had been in rehab.

Freya never cried.

Not even in rehab had she let them break her but tonight she suddenly felt close.

It wasn’t Edward, she harboured no hidden feelings for him—well, no nice ones.

It was how they’d ended things that still stung, all these years on.

Her long stint in rehab had been spread far and wide across the media and everyone had thought she’d been on drugs. At the age of twenty-three, when they’d started dating, he’d asked about it and Freya had told him about her eating disorder.

It had been hard to reveal but she’d pushed on and had told him she was recovered, or healed, or whatever the best word was. But when she’d told him that she probably couldn’t have children he had, on the spot, dumped her and accused her of stringing him along. It had felt as if Edward had only been dating her on the assumption that one day she’d be pregnant.

‘I thought we were enjoying each other’s company,’ Freya had said. ‘Not looking for future mating partners.’

‘Well, it’s preferable to have that option,’ had been his callous response.

It had hurt, it had been such a horrible blow to her recovering self, but she had refused to let it plunge her back into hell.

Freya knew she should go back inside but she could not face Edward.

Did he think she’d have an affair, that married men were all that was left? Oh, no, she would rather, far rather, get in that elevator and...

Why not? Freya thought.

They’d both, in that brief exchange, stated that they were single.

And she’d promised this coming year to do more of the things she liked and to try new things.

No.

Freya simply couldn’t see it.

Going up and knocking on Sexy Bastard’s door just for sex.

Or maybe he’d left it open and she would just slip in.

Actually, Freya could see it.

And she had promised to keep her New Year’s resolutions...

New Year.

Yikes! Freya remembered a little too late that she had to get everyone out for the photo shoot and the next twenty minutes were frantic indeed.

It had been a long and difficult night, Freya thought, and a part of her longed to just head upstairs and to find out what simply letting go and having fun actually meant.

* * *

An aching part of Zack had really wished she would head up!

He’d arrived back in his room so turned on and waiting.

Come on, he’d thought.

God knew, he’d needed the distraction.

He’d unlatched the door and lain on the bed, hands behind his head.

She was stunning.

Dark eyes, dark hair and that mouth... She’d looked a little familiar but all he had ever seen of LA till now had been the airport so Zack had shrugged that thought off. It would come to him overnight.

Would she?

Of course she would. The attraction had been through the roof but by ten he’d downgraded his expectations because the speeches were surely well over with.

By eleven-thirty he’d woken from a doze and stared out to the LA night.

Not at the city but at the mountains beyond and he knew he had to ring his parents before the lines got busy. He got up and took out his cellphone and took a steadying breath before he made the call.

Zack was thirty-three and the last time he’d been home, a couple of years ago, he’d been the same age as his brother Toby had been when he had died.

Except Toby had been married and working in the family practice and his wife, Alice, had wanted to start a family.

Whereas Zack, as his parents had constantly pointed out, was a drifter.

He was a highly skilled paediatric cardiac surgeon, Zack had riposted, but that was just boasting, he was told. And what good were his skills when they were so badly needed in Kurranda, the remote outback town where he and Toby had been raised.

He could picture the phone ringing in the hall. Reception was haphazard there and the landline to the family doctor really was a lifeline for the community.

His mother answered on the third ring.

‘Hey, Mum,’ Zack said. ‘Happy New Year.’

‘I’m sure it is where you are.’

Zack closed his eyes, it was just more of the same.

‘How’s Nepal?’

‘I’m in LA,’ Zack answered.

‘I thought you had to be in Nepal.’

‘I did have to be there for Christmas,’ Zack answered. ‘There was an operation I wanted to do before I left but we had to wait for some equipment to arrive. I would have been home if I could.’

‘Well, why aren’t you now?’

‘Because I’ve got an interview tomorrow.’

‘In LA?’

‘It’s a top medical centre. They’ve got some of the most amazing equipment and facilities and I don’t want to let that side of things slide...’ Zack stopped even attempting to explain. He did not want to argue with his mother. Judy Carlton simply could not, would not, get it, and Zack was over trying to explain. ‘Is Dad there?’

‘You just missed him. He got called out for Tara. Do you remember her?’

Of course he damn well remembered, they’d been friends. What his mother didn’t know was that they had been each other’s first. Zack had fought to stop that getting out as Tara’s father was very religious.

Zack stayed silent.

‘She married Jed.’

‘Yep.’

‘Well, the baby’s not due till the end of January but it looks as if she might deliver early and it’s breech. I can’t talk for long, they might need the air ambulance...’

‘I get it.’ Zack said. ‘Will you wish Dad a happy New Year for me and could you—?’

‘Zack,’ his mum broke in, ‘you should be here to say it to him for yourself. Even if you’d just come home on a stopover it would have been something.’

‘I would have but this interview is being slotted in, they need me to start straight away. There’s a very sick child—’

‘Oh, I don’t have time for your fancy position,’ Judy said. ‘I’ll pass on to Tara and her husband how well you’re doing, shall I?’

Zack knew that translated to, You should be back here, scrubbing in with your father, rather than Tara having to be airlifted. ‘That was a low blow.’

‘I know.’ His mother didn’t quite apologise. ‘I’m tired, Zack, and your dad is too. He didn’t get any break over Christmas and the place just seems to be getting busier. So much for retiring.’

Zack closed his eyes. Sometimes he wished he could just give up on his own dreams and give them the solution they wanted.

‘By now you and Toby...’ Judy swallowed and Zack then heard his mother, a very strong woman, give way to tears. New Year always did that to her and this coming year marked another difficult milestone. ‘It will be ten years soon.’

‘I know it will.’

At the beginning of February it would be ten years since Toby had died.

He and Zack had been on a weekend away. Both had been good horsemen but a snake had spooked Toby’s horse and thrown him off.

Zack looked out of the hotel window again and out towards the dark shadows of the hills and thought of the red earth of home. Even if he didn’t want to be there for ever he missed it at times and now was one of those times. As he stood there he remembered too the agony of hours spent with his brother, waiting for help to arrive while knowing there was none to be had.

At the age of thirty-one Toby had died in his younger brother’s arms.

Zack knew his mother needed to talk and so he forgot about the sniping and let her.

‘Things would be so different if he was still alive. He loved the clinic. Toby and your father had such plans for it. Alice is pregnant again by her new husband.’

He was hardly her new husband, Zack thought. Alice had been remarried for seven years.

‘Mum, she’s allowed to be happy.’

‘She and Toby were so happy, though,’ Judy said. ‘I wanted grandchildren.’

‘I know.’

‘And that’s not going to happen, is it?’

‘No.’

‘Are you seeing someone?’

She asked him the same question every time they spoke and it was always the same answer he gave. ‘No one serious.’

‘Zack...?’

‘What?’ Zack said, and when there was silence he told her the truth. ‘Mum, I won’t be giving you grandchildren.’

Zack was direct, yes. There was no point giving her false hope. The life his parents had planned for him wasn’t the one he wanted. He never wanted to be tied down, not to one person and not to one place.

Zack wasn’t cruel, though.

What he didn’t tell his mother was that Toby had been far from happy with his life.

That was the reason Toby had called him up and asked if he’d join him on a weekend away. There, in the outback, lying by a fire, looking up at the stars, Toby had told him the truth—that he felt stifled, and wanted away, not just from Kurranda and the medical practice but also from his marriage.

Zack had been stunned. He’d thought that Alice and Toby, childhood sweethearts, had been so happy but Toby had told him that, no, things hadn’t been good for a very long while.

It had been a long night spent talking, sometimes seriously, but also they’d shared laughter, not knowing what was to come the very next day.

Toby hadn’t quite taken that secret to his grave, it had been left with Zack. He’d never shared it with anyone and it weighed heavily inside.

‘I really do have to go,’ Judy said. ‘I’d better head over there now in case your dad needs help to organise the air ambulance and things...’ His mother wasn’t a doctor or nurse but she was a huge part of the fabric of the town. She would liaise with the air ambulance and locals and make sure the transfer was seamless. Then she’d have Tara’s parents over for coffee and a meal as they awaited news.

That was who his mother was.

‘Happy New Year,’ Zack said.

Judy made a small huffing noise.

His parents had decided, on Toby’s death and Zack’s failure to settle, that there could be no more happy years.

‘Happy New Year, Zack,’ Judy said, but even that came out with a slight edge. Zack made sure he was happy, that he lived, that he grabbed this rare gift by the throat and got every bit of life out of it.

He’d promised his brother he would.

‘Mum,’ Zack suddenly said. ‘I’ll come home for a visit in April. Tell Dad that.’

‘For how long?’

‘I’m not sure, but I’ll be back to see you both then.’

He ended the call and though he could not stand the thought of living back there, and being in a place where everyone knew your business, it didn’t mean he didn’t love nature and space and the people.

And, though things were strained, he loved his family.

Zack lay on the bed and closed his eyes but he couldn’t unwind. Speaking with his parents always left him feeling like that. The plans his parents had had for him had been set in stone from the day he was born. They just hadn’t thought to consult the baby they had made.

He was to study medicine in Melbourne as his father and brother had done, but even before he had left for the city Zack had known in his heart that he wasn’t coming back.

Tara had known it too.

Of course he remembered Tara.

Not just the hot, sexy kisses behind a barn and sultry outback nights, more he remembered a conversation that had taken place the night before he’d left as they’d lain in each other’s arms. ‘You’re not coming back, are you?’ Tara had asked.

‘You talk as if I’m leaving the country. I’m only going to Melbourne. I’ll be back for the summer breaks.’ Even at eighteen he’d been direct. ‘But, no, I can’t see myself here, Tara.’

‘And I don’t want to be there,’ Tara said. She was a country girl and loved it and neither wanted to change or to change the other.

‘Have you told your parents?’ she asked.

‘I’ve tried,’ Zack said. ‘They don’t understand.’

He was still trying.

And all these years later they still didn’t understand.

Zack went to pour a drink but the half-bottle of wine was empty and he wasn’t a big fan of American beer.

He was about to ring for room service but, still churned up from the conversation with his mother, he pulled on his boots again and took the elevator down, but it only took him to the mezzanine level and he decided to take the escalator down to the bar.

There were people everywhere, all standing on the stairs, and then he found out why.

The wedding.

‘You’ll have to use the elevators if you want to get to the ground floor,’ someone told him, and they sounded annoyed. ‘The escalators and stairs are in use.’

And there was the woman from said elevator, organising the wedding party, telling people to step back or to stand a fraction more to the left.

Zack watched as a gentleman came over to her and whatever she said had him step abruptly back.

Oh, she was a snappy, bossy little thing, Zack thought.

Not with him, though.

And then she looked up.

Oh, my... Freya thought, and another of Edward’s sleazy come-ons left her mind.

If Mr 2812 had been sexy before, he was sinfully so now—dishevelled and just raw male, he made her toes curl in her very painful shoes. His hair was messy, his T-shirt was all crumpled and, alongside all the suits and formal clothes, in those dark jeans and tight T-shirt he stood out, deliciously so.

Freya dragged her mind away from rude thoughts. This shot was important and the countdown had started. Beth and Neil were in position and everyone was in place and she should be able to relax soon. All she had to do was wave the happy couple off and the rest of the night was hers.

Concentrate, Freya.

She couldn’t.

There was just this prickling awareness all over her as she recalled his scent and the feel of his hand on her arm.

Oh, God. She gazed up at him and hoped her eyes weren’t frantic, but that was how she suddenly felt—frantic for him.

‘Ten!’ everybody shouted. ‘Nine!’

They could not stop staring and, as the countdown drew to its conclusion, as everyone started cheering and kissing, Beth’s carefully organised photos were ruined by a tall guy bursting through and dashing down the stairs.

‘Auld Lang Syne’ was being sung out around them as his hands took her by the upper arms. Briefly she wondered why, instead of kissing her as she badly needed him to do, he was moving her away. But then Freya found out exactly why.

This wasn’t a kiss suitable for public exposure.

They were in a small booth to the side of the hotel’s reception when his mouth first met hers. They came together so hard that their teeth met and his tongue was strong and thick and very indecent. Her hips were held by him, and animal passion, which had never taken up residence in Freya before, rapidly made itself right at home.

Her hands were pressing into his chest, not to push him away, just to feel him, to rub those solid muscles beneath greedy palms. Then they went up to his head and her fingers dug into his hair. She kissed him back on tiptoe, so that her heels lifted up out of her shoes in an attempt to scale him.

He pulled back and gave her an intense look and there was no mention of going up for a drink.

‘I have to get back...’ It was a feeble protest she made. ‘I just need ten more minutes to sort the wedding party out.’

‘We can’t wait.’

His erection was in her groin and Freya herself was pressing hard into him.

‘I have to make sure that they get off okay...’

He peered out.

‘They’re waving and the bride is about to throw the bouquet. Do you want to go and try to catch it?’

The question was a loaded one.

What was she looking for—an amazing night with no names, or to dash off and catch the bouquet and the dream that it might one day be her?

‘God, no,’ Freya said. She was more than happy with being a third-time bridesmaid and so she took his head in her hands and got back to that mouth for one more deep kiss before they hit the elevators.

Freya pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor.

‘You remembered,’ he said.

‘Oh, yes!’