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But it’s done now and I can’t undo it.’
    Her eyes hardened. ‘Fine!’
    ‘What else can I do, other than apologise?’
    ‘Leave?’
    The word kicked him in the centre of his gut and he knew then that this woman had left her mark on him for life. He also knew that if he was to save his sanity he had to rip her out of his life completely.
    But he should be the one to suffer. Not her.
    ‘I can’t accept your resignation, Kit.’
    An angry flush stained her cheeks. Her eyes glittered. ‘That’s your problem, Alex, not mine.’
    ‘You loved your job!’
    ‘So?’
    ‘And you were brilliant at it.’
    She blinked.
    ‘Come back to Hallam Enterprises and I will double your salary.’
    ‘No.’
    ‘I’ll triple it.’ He planted his feet. ‘Kit, you’re too valuable an employee to give up on without a fight.’
    She stared up at him and he could’ve sworn her bottom lip wobbled. ‘Alex—’
    ‘Look, come back. You don’t need to relocate and change your whole way of life. If working with me is so difficult for you, I’ll relocate instead to our Brisbane office. I will leave Donald in charge of operations in Sydney, I’ll triple your salary and you won’t have to clap eyes on me again. I promise.’
    Her eyes had grown huge. She pressed her hands to her cheeks. ‘I thought you’d ring, Alex, or email. I didn’t expect you to just turn up like this.’
    Her hands shook. Her colour kept flooding and then receding. Should he have given her some warning? He’d been so intent on his mission he hadn’t thought what might be best for her.
    But he knew how much she’d loved her job. She gained more satisfaction out of her job as project manager than he did running the entire company. She shouldn’t feel compelled to leave because of what had happened between them.
    Still, he’d been a fool to think that any meeting between them could be anything less than fraught.
    He raked both hands back through his hair. In the warm spring sunshine his skin started to prickle beneath his suit jacket. ‘Why don’t I come back tomorrow at, say, 10:00 a.m.? It’ll give you a chance to think over my offer. You’re obviously busy here and—’
    ‘No!’ She surged to her feet. ‘I don’t want to drag this out. Alex, I will not be returning to Sydney. I mean to make this place home. I grew up in Tuncurry and I’ve missed it. This is where I want to live. The lifestyle, the people, the pace, it suits me more than Sydney ever did.’
    Didn’t she care that her talents would be wasted here?
    ‘Your offer was more than generous—’ she hauled in a breath ‘—and I do appreciate it, but…’
    She didn’t finish her sentence. She didn’t have to. Her shrug said it all. Bile rose up to burn his throat, his tongue. His recklessness, his weakness , had made this woman’s life worse and there was nothing he could do to make amends. ‘What will you do?’
    ‘I’ll get a job. I have a lot of contacts here and the tourism industry is thriving. With my qualifications, it’ll be a piece of cake.’
    She had every right to that confidence. Whoever was lucky enough to employ her would find they had a gem.
    ‘You’re sure you won’t reconsider?’
    She shook her head. And then she went so pale he found himself stepping forward to take her arm. She lifted her hands to ward him off. Stepped away so he couldn’t touch her. As if his touch would poison her. Just for a moment he had to rest his hands on his knees.
    ‘Alex, I don’t want to raise my children in the city. I want to raise them here.’
    He flinched at that word— children —and then straightened, but part of him was glad—fiercely glad—that she’d uttered it. It reminded him of the impossible gulf that lay between them.
    Her lips twisted and her eyes hardened at whatever she saw reflected in his face. But her colour didn’t return. He noted the way she twisted her hands together. To stop them from shaking?
    ‘Alex, I didn’t resign from Hallam