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living in Dubai. She left Kerri here to complete her schooling, or maybe because of the second husband, and they never really got close again.” She sipped and swallowed. “Perhaps they weren’t close to start with. She talks about her Dad a lot but never her Mom.”
    “So who was the gambler?” 
    “Her Dad for sure. Horses, cards, anything. How did you know?”
    “Problem gambling is one of the things I’m interested in. I am, sadly, something of an expert. It’s part of why I’m in New Zealand right now.” He cast his eyes down into the coffee mug and stayed quiet for a few moments. Enya’s dreamy music continued.
    “Did she really make you bets? Sarah finally asked. “How much were they for?”
    Alex turned towards her, shaking his head.
    “Nothing for money—please don’t think that. We just had a silly conversation that got a little out of hand. I’m flying out next Monday, so there’s the end of it.” He took another mouthful of coffee. “And she is not the sort of woman who attracts me.” He looked down into the mug.
    “Tall blondes?” Sarah suggested, striking a flirty pose and batting her eyelashes without hope.
    “Much more my taste,” he agreed, looking up with a wolfish smile.
    They fell silent again. Over the soft music they heard Kerri thumping around in the next room with her radio blaring out a stock market report.  
    “She’s interested in financial matters?” Alexandre inquired.
    Sarah rolled her eyes. “Kerri? She’s useless with money. No idea of budgeting for the flat. Must be some sort of research she’s doing.”
    After another minute or two, the radio commentary ceased and the wardrobe door banged closed.
    “She’s ready,” Sarah said.
    “Very quick, for a woman. You can see she’s not making any effort to impress me. Have no fears about any silly bets.” He set his mug down beside the magazines and rose to his feet as Kerri burst back into the room.
    “Will this do?” she demanded.
    His eyes traveled from her tousled hair to her infuriated face to a low-cut body-hugging ivory top. The faint outline of a skimpy dark bra was visible through the lighter fabric. The top halves of her breasts were a great deal more than visible. They sat like two plump jellies on a tray, rising and falling with every annoyed breath she took. He swallowed.
    She’d tucked the ivory top into the band of black denim jeans. Skin-tight jeans that emphasized a slim waist. And no-doubt hugged a perky derriere , if she turned her back on him, Alex felt sure. 
    At least her lower body would be hidden beneath the table-top, but the gently-jiggling breasts would be hard to ignore just above her dinner plate. Presumably she’d worn the revealing top to get even for the recorder he was with-holding? 
    Maximum points to you, Ms Lush, he conceded. 
    Once again she wore outrageous footwear. Black boots with cowboy-type stitching peeped from beneath the jeans, but the heels were lethal; he pitied any horse that got jabbed in the flanks with them.  
    She clutched a grape-colored jacket.
    “Ideal,” he agreed faintly, holding out a hand which she ignored.
     
    A gust of Wellington wind caught the door and slammed it behind them as they set off down the flight of steps. It was early summer; the first bunches of spiky red Pohutukawa blooms were just bursting out against the darkening sky, and jasmine grew wild on the bank bordering the footpath. Kerri gave it no attention as she tottered down, but Alexandre paused long enough to bend and sniff a sprig of the fragrant little flowers. 
    “Are you going to be warm enough?” he asked, as she started to drag her jacket on against the wind.
    “It’s only the equinoxial gales,” she snapped. “Same every November—we get blown to bits, but they’re warm. I bet we get blown off your bike.”
    “That’s a bet you’ll never win. She’s big enough for touring—plenty of weight.” He reached for the jacket and held it so Kerri could slip her