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to last a lifetime.
    Nate returned from the bar to join her and she gave him a warm smile as he sat down. Attempting pleasant conversation on her date of a lifetime, she asked, “Did you get much work done this afternoon?”
    “I did but I kept thinking how much more fun it would’ve been with you.” His voice was pure bliss, so deep and sexy and the thought of him wanting to spend time with her made her heart quicken. She could not remember the last time a guy had made her want to do something random, like lean over and press her lips to his. Although not a betting gal, she was sure his kisses would make her heart gallop.
    “I thought we’d try an Israeli wine. Not only is it highly recommended, but I like to drink local wines or beers.” He nodded politely to the waiter who placed two glasses of white wine and a mezze plate of olives on the small table. Lifting his glass, he toasted, “to new found friends.”
    Friends? It could not have only been her who could feel the tingling sensation when their fingers touched. The way his arms had circled her waist when he caught her so capably. Or his innate ability to make her feel comfortable.
    A lump of nerves wedged in her throat. After her protected upbringing and sheltered adulthood, she was not confident in making chit-chat conversation. As a carer and now a nanny, she spent more time with her adorable charges than adults.
    “To friends.” Returning the toast, she took a sip of the cool liquid before it slid languidly down her throat. “Are you familiar with Australia? Have you visited?”
    He leaned casually in the comfortable, leather seats. “Many years ago, I spent two months travelling around Asia and Australia. I stayed in Sydney for three weeks. Is that where you’re from?”
    A moment of panic flared in her gut before she took another sip of wine. “Actually, I’m from a town a few hours’ drive from Sydney.” Her eyes widened as she noticed her glass was already half empty. Drinking so quickly on an empty stomach. Stupid! “I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Do you mind if we get something to eat, besides olives?” I also do not want to end up making a fool of myself on this dream date.
    “Of course.” Nate gave her a devastating smile that would have stopped chaotic Israeli traffic, before signalling to the waiter.
    Closing her eyes, Tilly silently counted backwards from ten. Focussing on the picture perfect setting of where they were, helped untangled her knotted nerves.
    “So, Tilly, what brings you to Israel?”
    She decided to keep her answers as close to the truth. “My grandmother was very ill these past couple of years and I’ve been her carer.” Grief became stuck in her throat and she swallowed it away. “After she died and…” She could not tell him about her loser ex, she thought with a sharp pang of reality.
    “You must miss her.” His hand came and covered hers.
    Her throat was clogged with tears and she gratefully accepted the glass of water he handed her. “I adored her. She understood me. Caring for her wasn’t a chore.” She paused. “It gave me a break from home.”
    “You weren’t happy?”
    “Not at all. But I’ve always been the go-to person.” she confessed with a loud sigh. Tilly who organised the annual church fete, baked cakes, ran the Sunday school program and cooked.
    “Go-to?” His brow lifted.
    She loved her family, fiercely. But there was something about being so efficient and the inability to say no. She helped out all the time and she would be lying to say she did not enjoy it, but there were times it would have been good not to be so dependable. “I’ve been the organiser of the family for years, baked biscuits, helped out—”
    His brow arched. “But you became a carer?”
    “That was different. My grandmother relied on me but it wasn’t hard. I’d drive her to her friends and while they played cards, I read.” A smile tugged at her lips thinking about those hours happily spent sprawled