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me out the door the minute I set foot in here.’
    There he went again, reading her so easily, and she quickly slid an impassive mask into place, knowing it was too late.
    Okay, so he wasn’t just here on business, but that didn’t change facts: she’d loved him, he’d walked out on her, and there wasn’t one damn thing he could say to change that.
    ‘Come on, Cam. Catching up can’t hurt. And if I can help out with your renovations, all the better.’
    She still had time to fob him off, to come to her senses, to give him some feeble excuse why she’d rather pick up a sledge hammer and bang the walls down herself than have him involved in her renovations.
    But that was the coward’s way out, and if she’d learned anything since she’d arrived in Melbourne as a naïve nineteen-year-old ready to take on the world while mending a broken heart, it was to face things head on.
    Besides, she needed the renovations completed soonerrather than later or she’d lose out on the chance at expansion into the apartment next to hers. She’d lived in what she affectionately termed her ‘shoebox’ since she’d opened the café, pouring all her funds into making the Niche great. But with the café doing better and the opportunity to enlarge her living space, she had to strike now. However, she’d been given the run around and time was running out.
    She needed his skills asap, and, now he was here, she should at least hear what he had to say—regarding business only, that was.
    With a resigned sigh, she glanced at her watch. ‘I’ll meet you next door in forty-five minutes,’ she said, half hoping he’d renege once he heard how long he’d have to wait. The other half of her was already doing a mental scrummage through her handbag for lipgloss, pressed powder compact, brush and hair serum, essentials she’d need to make herself halfway presentable for their date.
    Date?
    Business or otherwise, she’d agreed to go on a date.
    With Blane Andrews, the guy who’d left her with a broken heart without a backward glance.
    Was she nuts ?
    ‘Forty-five minutes it is.’
    He lifted his coffee cup towards her in a toasting action before strolling away, his even-paced strides achingly familiar. Blane in all his laid-back glory never hurried anywhere.
    Unless she counted how fast he’d run out on her.
    Wincing at the memory, she got busy with the day’s takings, did a final check for tomorrow’s bookings, determinedly avoiding looking at the table where the occasional low rumble of laughter emanated from.
    She focused on the booking diary and accompanying table sketches, running her finger down the list of names, matchingthem to the table numbers, but the figures blurred and danced the harder she stared at them, and, finally relenting, she allowed her gaze to drift upwards.
    Either Blane had been staring at her all along or he was doing his mind-reading trick again, for the second she looked up their gazes locked and held, an unexpected rush of heat flooding her body, making her tummy quiver and her legs tremble so hard she had to grip onto the bar for support.
    He smiled, a slow, sensual upward curving of his lips, a smile designed solely for her, a smile that was temptation personified.
    She didn’t stand a chance.
    No matter how often she told herself this was just a quick catch-up supper while they discussed business, no matter how hard she tried to believe she wasn’t doing this because she was curious to hear his excuse for what he’d done, no matter how much she wanted to turn him away, to hurt him as he’d hurt her six years ago, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Blane Andrews, in all his tempting glory, still intrigued her enough to sit down over her favourite dessert after all this time…with her husband.

CHAPTER TWO

    ‘W HAT ? You’ve seen me eat chocolate before.’
    ‘Not with such gusto. It’s cute.’
    Camryn waved her fork in the air, enjoying this way too much. Not just the death by chocolate