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him. Stunning eyes. Almond-shaped dark-blue boats, framed with long brown lashes. Her pale-skinned face looked more theatrical because of the blue-toned eye make-up and the rose-coloured lipstick.
    â€˜Although I tell you now,’ she said, glass of Shiraz aimed in warning. ‘One weirdo move, one miniscule sexual innuendo and I’ll be picking up that nail gun over there and zapping you in your Bojangles.’
    Jamie’s grin almost hurt his cheeks. ‘Bojangles?’ he asked. ‘Isn’t that a song?’ He wandered back to the bench where he’d gathered the makings for their impromptu evening meal, and sipped his wine. ‘And before you get any nicer than you already are, I’d like to talk to Sammy about a couple of things too. But since we can’t do that until tomorrow, why don’t you drink your wine and settle down?’
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    Jamie put the two plates of microwaved baked potatoes onto the dining room table next to the bowl of salad he’d prepared. He’d filled the potatoes with the cheese, chopped chives and put a dollop of sour cream on top.
    He sat opposite Kate, and picked up his knife and fork. ‘Eat,’ he told her, pointing to her plate with the tip of his knife.
    â€˜Not hungry.’
    He studied her while she studied her glass of wine. Please eat , he wanted to say. He shook his head. It wasn’t his place to worry, and he didn’t want to have to worry.
    His eyes burned, even now, when he thought about Megan and what she’d gone through.
    â€˜So how come you’re taking time off from your fashion business and holing yourself up in the country?’ he asked.
    â€˜That, Mr Master Builder, is none of your business.’
    Dead right. And if it wasn’t for the discomfort still veiling her eyes Jamie shouldn’t have cared less. Shouldn’t, but did.
    â€˜What’s the name of your business?’ Maybe some general conversation would calm her down.
    â€˜Singleton’s Sassy Sensations.’
    Jamie couldn’t help his roar of laughter that sounded like a crack of thunder, even to his own ears.
    She looked instantly affronted, her brows drawn and her rosy mouth crimped. ‘It’s not funny. It’s my business. And I’ll have you know it’s a successful business due to my brains.’
    â€˜And sass?’ he asked. ‘How much of the sassy part of you can I expect to see while you’re here?’
    â€˜You might be a master but let me tell you right now, I’m a mistress.’
    Her dark blue eyes shone dusky and dangerous and Jamie had a sudden vision of the mistress side of her. Wearing a corset and killer heels. A white corset, with a couple of neat white bows down the front — and maybe a pair of bold, red, four-inch man-killers on her feet.
    â€˜I am sassy,’ she told him. ‘And Singleton’s young designers are sensational. Hence the business name.’ She picked up her wine and sipped. ‘I mean, you called your business Knight Works. I doubt that means you work at night.’
    â€˜Not if I can help it.’ Except for on his own property. This property. The one he’d bought on a whim. And why the hell was he contemplating that all over again? Hadn’t he decided it was just one of those things?
    â€˜Do you think my Chardonnay will be cold by now?’ she asked. ‘Your Shiraz is good and all that, but I don’t usually drink red.’ She picked up her knife and fork, cut into the potato and raised a piece to her mouth. ‘Not that I’m a creature of habit,’ she told him after swallowing, and, Jamie was pleased to see, slicing off another piece of cheesy potato. ‘So don’t start making remarks about any contrariness you might think I possess. Because I don’t.’
    Katie, Katie quite contrary,
    How does your garden grow?
    With silver bells and cockleshells…
    And a temperament he was going to have to