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bench lining the inside of the building, an arm draped over the side and both legs stretched out level on the wooden seat. The figure leaned against one of the beams that extended upwards, supporting the roof.
    Where seconds ago the air had tantalized his senses with it freshness, now it seemed to draw in around him, close and heavy. It took a good few seconds for the identity of the person to become clear. Before when he’d encountered her, she’d radiated happiness, excitement and joy. Now gloom ebbed from her in oppressive waves.
    Andrew sucked in a breath of surprise. How was it possible one woman’s temperament could undergo such a dramatic change in a few short hours?
    Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps, in his eagerness to see the glowing bride again, he’d misidentified the person sitting here as her.
    But no, his gut agreed this was the woman he’d met in the car park. The one who’d brought her entire wardrobe and the kitchen sink to the hotel. The one who’d both admired and teased him about his ass.
    The instant tightening in his chest and lower body confirmed it.
    He considered walking away. Leaving her in peace. Something was up, obviously, and if something were up with him, he’d want privacy to deal with it. Yet instinct told him to stay. A little voice inside urged him to walk on up the stairs and see if she was okay. “Now this is a nice coincidence.”
    She jerked her head in his direction.
    Ah, she hadn’t noticed him approaching. “The sexiest woman in the Hunter Valley sitting in the very place I chose to visit tonight.”
    She didn’t answer, just looked at him in the darkness.
    “You know…” He stepped closer. “You have me at a disadvantage. I never did learn your name earlier.”
    A long moment passed before she answered. “I’m Victoria. But my friends call me Tori.”
    “Its nice to meet you, Victoria.” The urge to call her Tori was strong, but he hadn’t earned the right.
    “It’s nice to meet you too…Andrew.” Her voice was polite but lackluster.
    At least she recognized him. And knew his name. “My mates call me Ando. Mind if I join you?”
    Another lengthy silence followed before she shook her head. He couldn’t see her expression, but suspected if he could, there’d be a large cloud shadowing it. “Please. Sit.”
    Andrew crossed the gazebo and took a seat on the bench facing her. She still leaned heavily against the wood lattice and beam, as though she had not the strength to hold herself upright without it.
    He studied her for a long moment, choosing his next words carefully. “It seems I was right all along.”
    She turned to look at him, dropping her feet to the ground in the process. “Right about what?”
    “Happiness wasn’t the only thing making you sexy.”
    Her response was a confused, “Uh…”
    Andrew leaned forward. “The joy that made you shine earlier is gone,” he said very softly. “Yet being near you still takes my breath away.”
    Her laugh was hollow, but still she answered courteously. “You’re sweet.” The very description she’d used to describe him before, but then she’d been sincere.
    “Not really. A sweet guy wouldn’t say that to a woman he knows is getting married this weekend.”
    Victoria looked left and then right, as though searching for something. “There’s someone here getting married this weekend?”
    Okay, that pulled him up short. “According to you there is.”
    “Ah, that. Yeah.” She shook her head. “Not is. Was.”
    It was his turn to echo her confusion. “Uh…”
    “Yeah, funny thing, that. A few hours ago I was getting married. Now? Not so much.”
    Andrew’s heart failed to beat for a second or two. “The wedding’s off?”
    “The wedding’s off.” Her tone was so flat the moon seemed to dim a little. “I should probably give this back to you.” She held her arm out in his direction, and in her hand he made out the shape of a bottle. “Your gift was really thoughtful…but now it feels