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‘He looks great.’ Eden smiled fondly, because Ben did. Out of the hospital pyjamas and dressed in real clothes he looked just like any other little toddler, clutching a soft toy and dozing in his car-seat.

‘So do you!’ And there was nothing light or flip about Nick’s voice. His statement was delivered in a low, husky voice, and Eden jerked her head to face him. Even with the barrier of his shades, she could feel the admiration in his gaze. ‘You look stunning, Eden.’

‘It won’t last.’ Somehow it was Eden who managed light and flip. ‘My mum bought me some hair straighteners, but despite the promises I doubt they’re quite up to a warm, humid Sydney Christmas.’ She was babbling—terribly so—wishing Nick would just tear his eyes away, wishing he would start the engine so that she could remember how to breathe again. ‘Nick…’