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need that wine,” I heard myself saying. Then I wished I hadn’t because it would mean I’d have to get up and walk to the kitchen for the glasses, giving him another opportunity to size me up and decide he didn’t want to be seen dead with me.
         “Me too,” he said. “I’ll get the glasses. I saw two on the draining board on the way through. ”
         He stood easily, unlike me who struggled to get up out of a low chair. His jeans were low on his hips, his worn leather belt on a tighter notch than usual as if he’d recently lost weight. However, I couldn’t help but notice the way the denim strained over a certain part of his anatomy and had to bite my lip again because of the ridiculous effect he was having on me. I must have made a squeak because he turned to look at me as if concerned and would have seen where my gaze was directed. I blushed fire-engine red – or so I thought – and he smiled quizzically as another tidal wave of desire surged deep inside me. There should be a law against anyone looking as dangerously delicious, I thought, almost angry with him for tempting me, even though I knew I’d never have a chance, not even a ghost of a chance, with someone like him.
        “You okay?” he asked, that sideways grin making me long to reach up and pull him mouth to mine.
         “F ffine,” I stuttered, gulping as he walked into my kitchen as if he owned the joint, his bum high and round like a footballer’s.
         “You were heading off somewhere when I arrived,” he said. “I don’t want to hold you up if you needed to do something.”
         “I was going to buy some milk. We were going to have tea or coffee. Actually, the milk was just an excuse to get some chocolate. There’s a good movie on SBS tonight and I thought some Lindt would go down well with it.” I could have kicked myself for making this confession to this stunning stranger, but something about that grin invited confidences. “The wine idea’s much better.”
         “Yeah. Definitely,” he said.
         He returned in a jiffy. “It’s a special day, Virginia. We have to celebrate. I’m glad I found you. We’ll make some plans. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get this camper van on the road.”
         I astonished myself by asking if he’d like to watch the film with me – and drive to the deli to choose the chocolate.
         “I’d like that very much. Thank you,” he astonished me by replying.
         He leant across and filled my glass. Then his own. His body, close enough for me to feel its heat, was like the wine; as close to perfect as it was possible to be. My body was responding wickedly to both. The sauvignon blanc was an inexpensive one from Margaret River in the south-west. Its price was deceptive, though. It was one of the best wines in the world and I knew that he’d chosen it carefully, maybe to impress. Well, I’d try very, very hard not to show that I was, I decided. He was the sort of man who could snap his fingers and have any woman he wanted. Even if he wanted me, which was highly improbable unless he was blind drunk, I’d put up a fight, I told myself. He couldn’t just expect to walk in and make a conquest every time. I’d make him do a double-take, take him down a peg or two. He wouldn’t be used to that sort of treatment from a woman, I was sure.
         How on Earth would I stand three months with such a cock-sure man? He’d drive me mad!
         Another piece of music floated out from the retro Bush radio that reminded me of my grandparents. I always had it on the classical music station with no ads. Now it was Vivaldi.
         “I think we have the same taste in music,” he said raising his glass. “I’m sure, by the end of our holiday, that we’ll have discovered we have much more than that in common.”
         “I haven’t said I’ll go with you yet,” I reminded him, annoyed at his presumption that I’d jump