she’d seen her picture in the paper many times before.
She read the caption.
Corporate lawyer and man about town, Trevor Daniels, stunned friends and family with the surprise announcement of his engagement to socialite Shannon Graham last night at the premiere of La Boheme at the Theatre Regale.
“I’m sorry, really I am,” Steph said. “I wish there was some nicer way of telling you.”
Bree mumbled somethin g and hung up the phone but wasn’t sure what she’d said.
Slumping into a chair, she felt her stomach rise into her throat. Her head in her hands, she stared at the newspaper as though an answer or a miracle would jump up at her.
It had taken a couple of months for her to acknowledge that she didn’t love him any more. She’d loved him once. Devoted two years of her life to him. And it hadn’t worked out. Hadn’t been what she thought it was.
They’d only broken up t wo months ago and he was engaged, out on the town with his glamorous fiancée, drinking champagne.
While Bree was chopping vegetables for another dinner at home alone.
Had she meant so little to him?
She knew the answer. Trevor had left her in no doubt as to his low opinion of her. She didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to go there again.
She’d left it behind her and refused to let their break-up quash her confidence. Instead, she’d used it as a turning point in her life, taking on her new position at Kelly Communications.
It was too much for one day. First the incident with Olivia and Conrad, and now this.
No, she wouldn’t let Trevor do this to her. He’d broken it off with her months ago and that relationship wasn’t worth grieving over a second time.
No man was going to push her around again. No man would take advantage of her.
It came to her in a flash. Time to take control.
She’ d get on with her life and travel to Il Bosco with Conrad but it’d be on her terms. He’d said this was only one weekend and she’d make sure it was a memorable one.
If he thought he was in charge, she would show him just how wrong he was.
Chapter three
“You didn’t tell me the helicopter wouldn’t have doors,” Bree said.
Conrad took her arm, leading her away from the chopper across the red dirt landing strip. If he wasn’t mistaken, she seemed a bit unsteady on her feet. That seemed odd.
They’d spent several hours together on the plane from Sydney to Kim’s Creek in the topical far north-west, followed by a short helicopter ride to Il Bosco. She hadn’t complained about anything earlier. Hadn’t said much at all, in fact.
“It was windy but you weren’t cold, were you?” he asked.
“That’s not it,” she said. “I have a bit of a problem with heights.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
She shrugged. “Because I knew the only alternative was a two hour trip by four wheel drive.”
“I could’ve arranged it.”
He would’ve too. He didn’t like to think of her sitting in the chopper petrified, all the time putting on a brave face.
“ I knew I could do this if I set my mind to it,” she said. “It was so much quicker. More efficient.”
Even now, her face expressed her determination, her resolve to carry through on her decision . Strength and intelligence were both traits he found alluring.
There was much more to this woman than met the eye and he was certain there was still more for him to discover.
Lately, he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. It wasn’t that he thought of her every minute of the day but he was surrounded by people who indirectly made him think of her. His colleagues and cronies at work, the women who flirted with him and nearly everyone with whom he came into contact. They all pandered to him and told him what he wanted to hear whereas Bree told it the way she saw it.
Still, he knew what he wanted. Seduction was the only thing on his mind. On that he was very clear. He wasn’t looking for a lifelong commitment when a sexual relationship