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his mother, mellowed by fine food and wine.
    “Did she? I must say she showed excellent taste.”
    “What’s her name?” his father asked. “She’s got such a pleasant voice. It’s a change to hear a well spoken, polite girl these days.”
    “Naturally she’s polite,” Bryce snapped. He didn’t know why, but thinking about Caroline made him edgy. Guilty conscience for the way he treated her? Because he found himself attracted to her? He ruthlessly squashed the dangerous thought.  Hell, he didn’t want to go down that route. “Her name is Caroline Dennison.”
    “Dennison? Does she come from around here?”
    Bryce shrugged. “She shares an apartment in Prahran. I don’t know anything else about her.”
    “Dennison.” Alexander repeated the name. “I’ve got a good memory for names.  Dennison rings a bell somewhere.” 
    Bryce lit a cigarette and smoked it thoughtfully. “I know nothing about her private life. She’s an efficient secretary, which is all I care about. She doesn’t come from around here or move in our set. Maybe you conducted some business deal with a Dennison.”
    “It’s an unusual name. No, I’m certain it has nothing to do with business. Oh, well, it will come to me sometime or other, I expect.” Shrugging, the older man took out a cigar and started peeling off the wrapper.
    “I might push off now.” Bryce climbed to his feet
    “Darling, you’re not leaving already?” His mother wrung her hands.
    “Sorry, but I’ve got an early start in the morning.”
    “I wanted to discuss the idea of a small dinner party for you.”
    “No. I know your little schemes, and if you fancy trying your hand at matchmaking again, forget it. By the way, Dad.” He turned away from his mother. “Are we having the staff Christmas party here again this year?”
    “Yes, our poolside barbecue always goes down well. I see no reason to change it,” Alexander said, smiling his satisfaction.
    “I don’t know why you bother having all those people traipsing through our gardens. After all, they’re only workers.”
    “Now, my dear, they might only be workers as far as you’re concerned, but I’ve always found it pays dividends to treat employees well,” Alexander admonished his wife.
    “Well, I’m off,” Bryce said.
    “Think about Ashley,” his mother fired off a parting shot.
    He clamped his teeth together so as not to tell her exactly what he did think of Ashley, selfish, conniving little brat.
    Giving his parents a final wave, he left the room. On soundless feet, Mrs. Ferguson appeared to see him out.
    His hand clenched into an angry fist in his pocket. His snobbish mother kept trying to push him into matrimony with one or another of the daughters of her socialite friends. His bachelor life suited him admirably. Why limit yourself to one book when you could have a whole library?  He didn’t intend changing it to fit in with his mother’s plans and aspirations.

     
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    The alarm rang at seven o’clock. “Bum,” Kerry said while Caroline yawned and snuggled back under the blankets for an extra few minutes. Caroline got up first, pulling the blankets off her friend as she passed by. She headed for the s hower, following their usual routine, last out of bed started breakfast.
    When Caroline had finished showering she dressed in a white pleated skirt with a matching short-sleeved top and a navy blue, double-breasted blazer. She brushed her hair then applied blue eye shadow and a touch of pink lipstick.
    In November the weather could be unpredictable. It might be cool in the morning, but warm up as the day progressed. If it got hot she could discard the blazer.
    Hurrying out to the kitchen, she rescued the toast before it turned into charcoal. Kerry had her head buried in a magazine instead of watching their breakfast. They only had toast and tea, as there wasn’t enough time in their hectic schedule for anything else.
    Kerry was lucky being issued with a