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WITHIN SECONDS OF arriving home Abby rang Megan, not wanting to procrastinate over the call. Megan would only be even more suspicious if she waited too long to give her the good news.

‘Hi there, kiddo,’ Megan answered, a term of endearment which often led people to think Megan was the older sister. And whilst there wasn’t much between them, Abby was actually older by fifteen months.

Abby had already decided that the best way to play this was to sound very happy about it. And she was happy. Just a bit wary about her sister’s reaction.

‘You’ll never guess what’s happened,’ Abby said brightly as she dumped her bag on the floor and plonked herself into a nearby armchair.

‘Something good by the sound of things.’

‘Unbelievably good!’ And she launched into an explanation of the day’s events. As planned, she left out the part about the travel fund money and only mentioned the new car. Naturally, she didn’t include the bit about her bursting into tears and Jake hugging her.

Megan exclaimed a shocked, ‘No!’ at the news about the new car, but thankfully didn’t make any sarcastic crack about what Abby might have done with Jake’s uncle to deserve such an incredibly generous gift. Things might have been different, however, if she’d mentioned the twenty-five thousand dollars as well. Though possibly not. Maybe Megan instinctively knew that Abby would never do anything sexual with a man she didn’t love. Wayne had been her first and only lover because he was the first and only man she’d ever loved.

‘Aren’t you a lucky duck?’ Megan said without a trace of jealousy in her voice. ‘A brand-new car! And you don’t even have to wait for probate to come through, since your hunky boss is buying you the car himself. This Saturday, you said?’

‘Yes. This Saturday.’

‘It’s a wonderful gift. Especially when you hardly knew his uncle. But perhaps not so much if he was filthy rich. Was he filthy rich?’

‘He must have been. Jake said he’d inherited heaps. That’s why he doesn’t mind forking out the money for me for a car.’

‘Oh, right. Still, it’s nice of him to do that. He’s not legally obliged to, I would imagine.’

‘Probably not, but he said he would never go against his uncle’s deathbed wishes.’

‘Did you see this letter his uncle left him?’

‘Well, no, but why would he lie about something like that?’

‘Maybe he fancies you.’

‘Oh, don’t be ridiculous! Why would he fancy someone like me when he has that gorgeous girlfriend? I’ve been thinking, Megan, since I’m getting a new car, would you like the ute? I know it’s done a good few miles but it goes really well. Wayne put a new engine in it not long before he died.’

‘Oh, I’d love it. Thanks, Abby.’

‘Jake is going to take me to see his uncle’s grave as well,’ she blurted out before she could think better of it.

The silence at the other end of the line was telling.

‘Oh, is he?’ Megan said at long last in one of her knowing voices. ‘And why is he doing that?’

‘Because I asked him to,’ Abby said, angry with herself. ‘And, before you jump to conclusions, we’re just dropping in at the cemetery on the way to the car yards at Parramatta. It’s hardly out of his way. And you are so wrong about his fancying me.’

Megan laughed. ‘We’ll see, hon. We’ll see.’

‘Oh, for pity’s sake.’

‘You’ve always underestimated your looks, Abby. Even when your teeth were not great, you were gorgeous. Now that you’ve had them fixed, you’re a knockout. And your figure is to die for.’

‘Oh, go on with you!’

‘No, I mean it. Your fantastic figure was one of the reasons Wayne was so possessive of you. And why he didn’t want you to work after you were married. Because he didn’t want other men lusting after you.’

Abby’s first reaction was to hotly deny what Megan said. But in her heart of hearts she knew it was true. Wayne had been very possessive of her. Right from the start, he’d wanted her all to himself. Which had suited Abby fine. All she’d wanted back then was to be Wayne’s wife, plus the mother of his children. She’d been only too happy to stop work and not have to face the world every day with her horrible teeth. Not so happy, however, as the years had passed and the nursery remained empty.

‘That’s probably the reason he wouldn’t pay for you to get your teeth fixed,’ Megan continued. ‘Because he was afraid you’d be too beautiful and he’d lose you to another man.’

‘That’s ridiculous!’ Abby protested. ‘The reason I didn’t get my teeth fixed back then was because it’s very expensive and we had a huge mortgage. Besides, Wayne already loved me, even with my horrid teeth. As for being too beautiful, please don’t make me laugh. Even if by some miracle I’d become the most beautiful woman in the world, I would never have left Wayne, no matter what. I loved him.’

‘Did you, Abby? Or did you just love that he loved you with the kind of crazy obsession which can be oh, so flattering?’

‘I did so love Wayne,’ she insisted. ‘Very much. We would have been happy together if we’d had children.’

Megan sighed. ‘If you say so, Abby.’

‘I do say so. Now, I do not wish to discuss Wayne any more, thank you. I didn’t realise how much you disliked him.’

‘I didn’t dislike him. I just didn’t think he was good enough for you. You deserved someone better.’

Abby didn’t know whether to feel flattered or frustrated. ‘Such as who, Megan? Prince Charming?’

‘Yeah, why not? And let me tell you something else, kiddo. If you bought some new clothes and put on some make-up occasionally, you would be so hot that every man you met would be drooling. And that includes your handsome hunk of a boss.’

Abby didn’t like to tell Megan that she was being delusional—about Jake at least—so she just laughed.

‘Yeah, you can laugh if you like. Just you wait and see. Speaking of your boss, did you happen to watch his show today?’

‘Hardly. I was too busy cleaning his house.’

‘He interviewed Maddie Hanks. You know, the latest Aussie actress who’s made it big in Hollywood?’

‘I know who you mean. She was in that biblical epic. Played a slave girl.’

‘Yeah, that’s the one. Well, she was flirting with Jake big time. And brother, she is stunning. He seemed very taken with her. Couldn’t keep his eyes off her cleavage. Though I don’t think her boobs are real. Anyway, I wouldn’t mind betting they get together in the near future.’

Abby rolled her eyes. Truly, her sister was so addicted to gossip that she saw scandalous behaviour everywhere. ‘Jake already has a gorgeous girlfriend,’ she pointed out. ‘That newsreader. Remember?’

‘Huh! That won’t stop him getting into Miss Hanks’s pants.’

‘He’s not like that,’ Abby said sharply.

‘Oh, really? And how would you know, Miss I-Know-Nothing-Personal-About-My-Hunk-of-a-Boss? Did something else happen today that you didn’t tell me about?’

‘No,’ she denied, blanking the hug out of her mind. ‘Look, I’m not overly fond of the man, but he’s not some sleazebag.’

‘Wow. He’s sure got you fooled. All men can be sleazebags if the right temptation comes along.’

Abby just shook her head. ‘Truly, Megan, you are such a cynic when it comes to men.’

‘I have good reason to be.’

This was true. Timmy’s father hadn’t been the first man in Megan’s life to treat her badly. She’d met a few since becoming a single mother who’d wined and dined her till they got what they wanted before dumping her as cruelly as the cowardly creep who’d got her pregnant then disappeared once he discovered fatherhood was too much commitment for him.

‘I hope you’re going to make yourself presentable when your boss takes you out on Saturday,’ Megan said.

‘It’s not a date, Megan.’

‘You still want to look a bit nicer than you do when you clean his house.’

‘I will do my best.’

‘Good. Gosh, wait till Jan hears all this. She’s going to be green with envy.’

Jan was Megan’s next-door neighbour, a single mother like Megan. She was one of the reasons Megan wouldn’t come to live with Abby, because she didn’t want to leave her best friend. Abby wasn’t overly keen on Jan, but she’d been a good friend to Megan and had a similar personality. Both were very easy-going but extremely untidy. Abby had been somewhat relieved when Megan knocked back her offer for her and Timmy to come live with her. Their messy lifestyle would have driven her mad within a week.

‘Jan’s sure to think I did something suspect with Jake’s uncle,’ Abby said drily.

‘Nah. Now if it was me.’

Abby smiled. ‘Come on, Megan, you’re not as bad as you pretend to be.’

‘Yeah, I am. Not everyone is as saint-like as you, sweetie. Though, to give you credit, being a goody-two-shoes got you somewhere this time. I dare say you waited on that rich old bastard hand and foot. You probably even baked him those delicious peanut butter cookies of yours.’

Abby fell silent with guilty embarrassment. She had made a fuss of Jake’s uncle. But, at the time, it had been ages since her nurturing side had had an opportunity to flourish. Looking after Jake’s house was a rather impersonal job. It had been so satisfying to bake cookies for a real man and, yes, watch him eat them with relish. She’d enjoyed it all immensely.

‘You did, didn’t you?’ Megan said with laughter in her voice. ‘No wonder he thought of you when he was dying. Those cookies of yours are super-yummy. Though way too fattening. I refuse to let you make me any more. Though Timmy wouldn’t mind some, when you have your next baking session. I have to go and get the little devil himself now. He’s been playing next door. Ring me tomorrow night. Gotta go. Love ya.’

‘You too.’

After Abby clicked off her phone she just sat there, thinking about some of the things Megan had said about her marriage to Wayne. It was true that her husband had loved her more than she’d loved him. But she had loved him. Okay, not with a grand passion. Her feelings for Wayne had been based more on a deep friendship and eternal gratitude rather than the kind of wild sexual yearnings which some people obviously experienced.

Abby supposed she had been flattered by Wayne’s fiercely possessive love. And his insatiable desire for her. After her second miscarriage, she’d wanted to take her doctor’s advice to go on the Pill and give her body a rest. But no, Wayne had refused to countenance that idea, saying he didn’t like to interfere with nature. He’d promised instead to abstain from sex for a while but, of course, that hadn’t lasted for long. He’d never been able to control his desire for her and she’d never felt good about refusing him, mostly because she knew how much he seemed to need it.

Abby liked the kissing and cuddling part of lovemaking—she’d loved being wrapped in Wayne’s strong arms—but she’d never felt any urgent need for the sex act itself, unlike Megan, who claimed she couldn’t live without it. It had never really bothered Abby that she didn’t come during lovemaking. It had bothered Wayne, however, so after a while she had just faked it.

She hadn’t had to fake falling pregnant, however, and a few months after her second miscarriage she’d been pregnant again. But, once again, she’d miscarried at the three months stage. After that, she’d gone on the Pill without discussing it with Wayne, and she was still taking it long after her husband was gone, mainly because she’d discovered it saved her from premenstrual tension.

It felt good, Abby realised, to finally be in control of her body and, yes, her life. She’d been gutted by Wayne’s tragic death, had taken months to get over it. But in the end she’d picked herself up and moved on.

Now, because of Craig’s wonderful kindness and generosity, she would be able to move on some more. And Jake would find another housekeeper easily enough.

Thinking of Jake reminded Abby of what Megan had said about him, and about men in general. Abby had to admit that her view of the opposite sex was possibly narrower than her sister’s. But she wasn’t stupid. She was sure she would recognise a sleazebag when she came across one. And Jake Sanderson was no sleazebag.

But that was possibly the only good point of his character. Abby could see that he had a tendency towards arrogance and self-absorption. Neither was he into commitment, hence his never-ending parade of beautiful girlfriends. But that didn’t mean he would be a cheater. She couldn’t imagine him having sex with some flashy, fly-by-night actress whilst he was dating that truly gorgeous newsreader.

Abby would be utterly disgusted if she ever found out he had done something like that. Not that it was any of her business what her boss did in his private and personal life. Still, it bothered her a bit, thinking that he could be, right at this moment, meeting up with Maddie Hanks somewhere in the city then bringing her back to his place for the night.

It occurred to Abby that she would know within a minute of arriving at his house tomorrow morning if he’d had a new woman stay overnight. Abby knew his current girlfriend’s smell because she recognised the perfume. It was a heavy musky scent which didn’t wear off easily. During the last few weeks Abby had smelled that perfume every couple of days, and almost always on a Monday after the weekend.

But not this Monday morning, she suddenly realised. Which led her to wonder if maybe they’d split up. Maybe that was why he’d been giving Maddie Hanks the eye on his show today. Men like Jake didn’t go without sex for long. Because they didn’t have to. Women threw themselves at famous men in droves—beautiful, sexy, successful women who knew everything there was to know about lovemaking and never had to fake a thing.

A very rude word burst from Abby’s lips as she stood up abruptly then marched into her immaculate little kitchen, where she snapped on the kettle then yanked open the freezer, which was full of frozen meals for one.

Still feeling decidedly disgruntled, she grabbed a chilli con carne and shoved it into the microwave to reheat, telling herself all the while that her boss’s sex life was definitely none of her business.

‘He can sleep with whomever he damned well likes,’ she said in a tone quite uncharacteristic of her usual serene self. ‘Just so long as he delivers everything he promised me today!’