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‘SO WHAT’S her name, Luke?’ Karim asked as he and Luke left the squash court.

‘Whose?’

‘The woman who’s distracting you.’ Karim gave his best friend an appraising look. ‘Why else would I beat you by this much of a margin?’

Luke smiled despite himself, recognising his own question thrown back at him. The difference was, when he’d asked, there had been a woman distracting Karim—the woman who was now his wife. It wasn’t the same for Luke, who had no intention of letting anyone that close to him. ‘Not my social life. Work,’ he said economically.

‘Sounds as if you need some TLC, Lily-style. Come back with me and have dinner with us.’

‘What, tonight? It’s hardly fair, dumping a guest on Lily at the last minute.’

‘You’re not a guest.’ Before Luke had the chance to protest further, Karim had already speed-dialled home. Two minutes later, he hung up and, in his best attempt at Luke’s East London drawl instead of his own cut-glass accent, said, ‘Sorted.’

Luke, knowing that Karim was laughing with him rather than at him, gave in gracefully. It wasn’t as if he was going to find a replacement for Di tonight. The temp agency was sending someone first thing in the morning, and hopefully the temp would stay long enough for him to find proper maternity cover for his personal assistant.

Even though that was going to take time he’d prefer to use more profitably, he was just going to have to be patient.

Ha. Patient. A word that barely existed in his vocabulary. When Luke wanted something, he went for it. He didn’t waste time. And having to wait around on other people’s schedules was the quickest way to drive him crazy.

To his relief, Karim didn’t press him to talk on the way back to his home. Karim simply let them in, headed straight for the kitchen and kissed his wife lingeringly.

‘Put the girl down. For pity’s sake, you’ve been married for three months. You should be over this stage by now,’ Luke said from the doorway.

Lily just laughed. ‘You really are out of sorts, Luke. Here. These will keep you going until dinner.’ She gestured to a plate of canapés on the island unit.

Luke suddenly realised that he’d forgotten to eat lunch—he’d been too busy fixing things to think about food, and now he was ravenous. He needed no second invitation to grab a bar stool and work his way through the canapés. ‘Thanks, Lily.’

As always, her food was wonderful. Restorative. ‘Fabulous,’ he said after the first mouthful.

She inclined her head in thanks. ‘So are you going to tell us what’s bugging you?’ she asked.

He sighed. ‘I just wish I understood why on earth women want babies in the first place. Di hasn’t stopped throwing up since the day she did the pregnancy test, and—’ He stopped abruptly as he caught the glance that Karim and Lily were sharing. The kind of glance that could mean only one thing.

He grimaced. ‘Sorry. I don’t have a shred of manners. I apologise—and of course what I just said doesn’t apply to you. I’m really pleased for you both.’

‘You’d better be,’ Karim said, ‘as you’re going to be an honorary uncle.’

For all Luke knew, he might already be an uncle.

He blocked the thought. The decision he’d made was harsh, but it was also the only one he could have made. If he’d stayed, he would’ve gone under and ended up like the rest of the men in his family.

Doing time.

‘Thank you,’ he said politely. ‘I’m very honoured. When’s the baby due?’

‘Six months.’ Lily laughed. ‘You’re really trying hard to say the right thing, aren’t you, honey?’ She ruffled his hair on her way to the fridge.

She was treating Luke as if he were her big brother and it made him feel odd. As if there were an empty space deep inside him. A space where he really wanted to be part of a big family.

Which was ridiculous. He was perfectly fine on his own. Much, much better than he had been as part of a family. Been there, done that, no intention of taking a backward step. ‘I’m only being nice because you’re cooking and I want to be fed,’ he retorted.

She laughed even more. ‘Don’t give me that. I know you’re just a pussycat.’

Karim was laughing, too; he’d scooped his wife onto his lap and he had both hands resting protectively round her abdomen.

Luke joined in the fun. ‘For you, Lily, I could be.’ Then he grinned. ‘But unfortunately you have a husband who might not be too happy about that, so I’ll settle for being fed.’

‘Your wish is my command,’ Lily teased back. ‘So what’s wrong? Your secretary’s got morning sickness?’

‘And lunchtime sickness. And afternoon sickness. My office is a mess, she hasn’t been there to do a proper handover to the temps—when they turn up, that is—and neither have I, and…’ He broke off and shook his head in exasperation. ‘I’ve had enough of the chaos. I’ve sent Di home for the rest of her pregnancy.’

Lily looked worried. ‘Luke, I don’t mean to interfere, but…is that legal?’

Luke knew exactly what she wasn’t asking. ‘Don’t worry, Lily,’ he said dryly. ‘She’s on full pay and her job’s open until she decides what she wants to do. But right now she’s not capable of doing her job properly and it’s unfair to expect her to keep up with me when she’s feeling so rough. And I need someone who can sort this mess out before I lose any more opportunities.’

‘Someone who’s a good organiser.’ Lily looked thoughtful. ‘I might just be able to help you out there. My favourite supplier, Louisa—her sister’s a freelance office troubleshooter.’

‘A what?’ Luke asked.

‘Organised, efficient, and good at sorting things out. You know those reality TV programmes about people who come to your house and make you sort out your clutter? Well, that’s apparently what Sara does in real life. Except in an office. And she does the sorting out for you.’

If the woman was no good, Lily wouldn’t have mentioned her. Luke knew that Lily realised the importance of business networking—that your recommendations reflected on you. And this sounded like the solution he needed. ‘Do you have her number?’

‘No, but I’ve got her sister’s, which is the next best thing.’ Lily disappeared for a couple of minutes, then returned with a card. ‘Here.’

Luke read the card. ‘Fleet Organics.’

‘They do apple juice, apple balsamic vinegar and—well, everything else you’d expect from an organic orchard,’ Lily explained. ‘Ask for Louisa, tell her I gave you the number and say that you need to talk to Sara.’

‘Thanks.’ He slid the card into his wallet. ‘And if this troubleshooting woman’s that good…’

‘She might be busy,’ Lily warned.

‘Hmm, that’s what someone told Karim about you. But he still charmed you into cooking for him,’ Luke reminded her with a grin. ‘I’ll call her. See what she can do for me. Thanks for the tip.’

Lily checked something in the oven. ‘OK, it’s done. Go through to the dining room, you two.’

Karim and Luke did her bidding.

Luke took a first mouthful of the food. ‘Lily, this is wonderful. If you ever decide you’re bored with being a princess, you can come and be my housekeeper.’

‘She won’t be bored,’ Karim informed him. ‘Find your own princess.’

‘I’m not a prince,’ Luke countered. ‘And I don’t need a princess.’ What he wanted was a good assistant at work, a part-time housekeeper who would sort things while he was out and wouldn’t nag him about being a slob, and a string of girlfriends who wanted to have fun and accepted the fact that he wasn’t looking for anything permanent.

Apart from the assistant problem—which, hopefully, this office troubleshooter would help him fix—that was exactly how his life was, at that moment.

And it suited him just fine.