He needed to put it out of his mind for good. He checked his watch. Twelve hours to go before he was due to pick Rosalind up at the planetarium. Not soon enough.
"Cam?"
He turned to find Hamish standing in the lift, holding the door open.
"Anything else you want to go over before I do head off?"
Cameron had to think, the usually crisp, clear list in his head squished at the edges, having been pushed aside by other pressing thoughts. "If there is, I"ll call you."
Hamish nodded and stepped back into the lift, where he held the door open. "Unless, of course, you need a different kind of advice. I have some moves the likes of which you could not even imagine."
"I"ve got it covered," Cameron said, his voice gruff.
Hamish nodded. "Good to know."
Cameron stretched his arms over his head and shook out the looseness that invaded his limbs, and the wooliness that infiltrated his head whenever Rosalind Harper was on his mind.
He did have it covered. He just needed to find some perspective. His business was his life. His family his cross to bear. Rosalind Harper was a delightful but temporary distraction. Tonight he would make sure those boundaries were clearly redefined.
By the time he joined Hamish in the lift, he was clearheaded and ready to act like the head of a multi-million-dollar business.
When after several seconds the lift had yet to move, he realised he"d forgotten to press the b.u.t.ton. He reached out and jabbed it so hard his finger hurt.
As the lift doors closed, Hamish said, "If you"re this scrambled, I"m thinking redhead."
Rosalind"s face swam before Cameron"s eyes-her wide eyes unguarded, her smile heartfelt, her kiss like heaven on earth.
"Hair like caramel," he said. "Skin like cream, legs that go on for ever."
Hamish swore softly and Cameron grinned.
On the other side of the city, Rosie peeled her eye away from the planetarium"s telescope then stared unseeingly at her open laptop.
The cursor blinked hopefully on a blank screen. Her daily notes about Venus"s position, colour, opacity, flares, shadows, and any other nuances her dedicated study was meant to bring forth, were lost within the muddy mire of her mind.
She glanced through the gap in the domed ceiling and stared at the distant patch of sky where Venus"s crescent had been before streaks of cloud slid across the view. Though, truth be told, she wasn"t entirely sure how long she"d been staring at cloud rather then planet.
She leant her hand on the telescope, leant her chin on her hand and stared at a blank spot mid-air about an inch from her nose. Her mind wandered happily back to the top floor of CK Square. Was Cameron there now? What was he doing? Who was he with? What was he wearing? Was he thinking about her at all?
"Mornin" kiddo!"
At Adele"s voice, Rosie jumped so high she landed awkwardly and clunked herself on the chin. She rubbed the spot with one palm and asked, "What time is it?"
Adele perched on the corner of a desk and shrugged. "Seven-ish."
Rosie groaned and let her face land against her forearm, where she got a mouthful of red-and-grey-striped wool poncho. She waved a hand in the direction of her laptop and her voice was m.u.f.fled as she said, "I"ve been here since five-ish and have literally achieved nothing."
A crunching sound brought her head up to find Adele eating a packet of corn chips. Rosie clicked hungry fingers at her friend.
Adele stood. "Uh-uh. Not while you"re within breathing distance of my telescope. I"ve already had to explain to the board why we needed to have the mirrors cleaned twice last month. A third time and they"ll start looking closer."
Rosie packed up her gear and dragged herself after her friend into the nearby office, where she slumped into an old vinyl chair. She grabbed a handful of chips then hooked her boots over the edge of the chair.
"So," Adele said, swinging back and forth on her office chair, eyes narrowed. "How is it that you, Rosalind "stars in her eyes" Harper spent two hours sitting at that thing without making a single note?"
Rosie licked cheese-flavoured salt off her fingers and stared at her friend wondering what, if anything, she should say. Could say. In the end she went with, "My mind was otherwise occupied."
It took less than half a second for Adele to join the dots. "Who"s the poor sod?"
She baulked. It wasn"t as though she"d kept her dates from her best friend because they felt too precious; she just hadn"t found the time. So if that was true why was she hesitating now? She closed her eyes tight and blurted, "Cameron Kelly."
When Adele didn"t shoot her down with a snappy comeback, Rosie opened one eye.
"Cameron Kelly," Adele said. "The Cameron Kelly who was here the other morning?" Cameron Kelly who was here the other morning?"
Rosie nodded.
"Well, fair enough too," Adele said. "Those thighs, that voice, those eyes; I"ve been having some nice dreams ever since myself."
Rosie nibbled at her lower lip and let her legs slide back to the floor. "The thing is it"s kind of gone beyond nice dreams. We"ve been out the past two nights. And he"s picking me up here to take me to dinner again tonight."
"So why don"t you sound as over the moon about that fact as I feel you should?"
"He"s just not the kind of guy I usually go for."
"Um, he"s gorgeous and s.e.xy. And you usually go for gorgeous and s.e.xy. Think about the blond who hung around here every morning last summer, making the place smell like sunscreen."
"Jay was following the waves down the east coast. His job was over at nine in the morning."
"Right, well, he was gorgeous and s.e.xy. And last winter...?"
Rosie thought back. "Marcus."
"Right! The American professor playing job-swap for three months. Super-duper cute in a leather elbow-patch, reading-Emily-d.i.c.kinson-to-you-in-bed kind of way. So what makes this one so different?"
Rosie shrugged.
"Is there something wrong with the guy you"re not telling me? Some physical flaw hidden beneath the designer duds? Some personality deviation one would never expect? It"s okay; I can take it. I have fantasy guys in reserve."
"Well...no. Okay, it"s like this-he has that inviolable, lone-wolf aura that makes some men always get chosen captain of every team they join, which I really like. He"s resilient, self-reliant, and far too focussed on the intricacies of his own life to even think about searching for the girl of his dreams."
"He sounds just like you." Adele nodded along. "Except the liking girls part."
"In that respect, I guess, yeah. But then in the spirit of full disclosure he"s shared with me intimate details of his private life. And he"s the kind of man who opens your car door without being asked. I didn"t know they even existed any more. Is a nice streak a personality flaw? No, I"m clutching at straws there. Because the way he kisses..."
Rosalind"s voice petered away as she became lost in memories of his sultry, liquefying, unnerving, transporting kiss. There had not been one moment of that kiss that could be blandly described as "nice".
"Hey!" Adele called out. "You seem to have drifted off there at the best part."
"Use your imagination," Rosie said.
"Oh, I shall."
Rosie hunched inside her poncho and wondered about Cameron"s best parts. Somehow she knew she hadn"t even scratched the surface. And that was fine; he could hardly help it if he was naturally fascinating. It was the ferocity with which she found herself longing to know those parts, and to let him get a glimpse of hers, that had her in a twist.
She began nervously flicking at a crack in the end of one short fingernail. "So, do I see him tonight or quit while I"m ahead?"
"I"m sorry, was Miss Independent looking for my humble opinion?"
Rosie glanced up. "I ask your opinion all the time."
"Sure you do, when you want to know which science journals might suit whatever new paper you"ve whipped up."
"I"m not that bad."
"Ah, yeah, y"are. Hon, you"re a rock."
Rosie stared at her friend, who stared right back. She bit the inside of her lip as she said, "Yeah. I am. I"m just used to looking out for myself, is all."
Adele reached out with her foot and gave her a nudge on the leg. "I know, hon. It"s cool. Now, do you really want my opinion?"
"I really do."
"You said this was your third date?"
Rosie nodded.
"Well, then, yeah you"re seeing him tonight!"
The friction between Rosie"s jiggling knees suddenly had nothing on the warmth invading her cheeks and her palms, and the searing coil deep and low in her belly.
"Adele, the third-date rule is rubbish. Nothing ever happens in life that you don"t allow to happen."
"So you don"t want to sleep with him?"
"I didn"t say that, I-"
"Then let it happen, for Pete"s sake! Jeez. To think if only I"d been at work ten minutes earlier that day it might have been me having this conversation. Actually, no; it wouldn"t. I don"t believe in the third-date rule either. The second date is fine with me."
"Adele!"
Adele held up a hand. "Can I just say one last thing before I zip my lips for good on the matter?"
"Please," Rosie said.
Adele bit her lip for a moment, just a moment, but just long enough so that Rosie knew she wasn"t going to like what she had to say.
"You like the guy, right?"
Rosie nodded, and Adele patted her on the hand.
"Then consider this," Adele said. "He may be an island, but his family is an inst.i.tution in this town. Unlike your professor or your surf pro, who both came with convenient expiry-dates built in, Cameron Kelly isn"t going anywhere." may be an island, but his family is an inst.i.tution in this town. Unlike your professor or your surf pro, who both came with convenient expiry-dates built in, Cameron Kelly isn"t going anywhere."
Rosie waited for the heat in her belly to cool to room temperature. But for some unknown reason the idea of Cameron being around a while longer than her normal guys didn"t scare her silly.
Which of course only scared her out of her mind.
That evening, as they snaked up the steep cliff-face of exclusive, riverside Hamilton in Cameron"s MG, Rosie kept doggedly to her side of the car, arms crossed beneath her poncho, knees pointed towards the outer window, feet bouncing against the low-slung floor.
She"d been pacing outside the front door of the planetarium when he"d appeared through the trees, gorgeous in dark low-slung jeans, a black T-shirt under a designer track-top, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing his strong, sculpted forearms that she found so irresistible. His hair was ruffled, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold. His heavenly blue eyes had been on her. Focussed. Unwavering.
He"d kept an arm about her waist as he"d guided her to his car, then had hastened to put the soft-top up, reminding her how spontaneously nice he was. Then, just before she"d hopped in the car, he"d pulled her close to kiss her hot, hard and adamantly, and she"d remembered how beautifully not not nice he could be. nice he could be.
Yet all she could think the entire time was that he was gorgeous. It was their third date. And he wasn"t going anywhere.
They turned down a street where mature palm trees lined the perfectly manicured footpath and all the houses were hidden behind high fences and brush-box hedges. The MG slowed to a purr as Cameron pulled up in front of a cream rendered-brick wall. A double garage door whirred open and they slunk inside.
Golden sensor-lights flickered on at their arrival, revealing a simple room with polished-wood floors and just enough room for two cars. Or in Cameron"s case a car, a mountain bike, a jet ski and three canoes suspended from the far wall.
He took her hand and helped her out of the car.
When he let go she snuck her hand back beneath her poncho and eased round him to give herself s.p.a.ce to breathe.
Cameron twirled his keys on the end of a finger as he opened the una.s.suming doorway to the left and waved her through. "Welcome to my humble abode."
On the other side of the door, at the bottom of a tall, curved floating staircase, lay an open-plan room with shiny blonde-wood floors, a far wall made up of floor-to-ceiling windows and a dramatic two-storey canted ceiling. On the right, a raised granite-and-oak kitchen with a six-seater island bench rested beneath a charming skylight the size of a small car. In a living area on the left was a soft, cream leather lounge-suite that would easily seat ten, and a flat-screen TV that must have been six-feet wide. The fireplace in the corner was filled with half-burnt logs and fresh ash. Outside the windows she could see a large, dark-blue, kidney-shaped pool.
Rosie stopped cataloguing and swallowed. "You built this?"
"It gave me blisters, took a toenail and dislocated a shoulder, so I wouldn"t forget. It was the best education for a guy who would one day have labourers in his employ. My empathy when they whinge is genuine, as is my insistence that if I could do it so can they. Come in," he said as he placed a hand in the middle of her back and encouraged her to get further than one step down.
Her feet moved down the stairs, past the lounge and to the windows as she stared at the view. Beyond the smattering of orange-tiled rooves meandering down the cliff-face below, established greenery bordered the Hamilton curve of the Brisbane River. Half-baked sh.e.l.ls of what would one day become multi-million-dollar yachts rode the water surface. In the distance the Storey Bridge spanned the gleaming waterway, and the city glowed in the last breath of dying sunlight while the moon rose like a silver dollar between the towers.
This place was more than just a building; the personality, the warmth, the lovely, lush detail made it more than a house. It felt like a home.
For a girl who took enormous gratification in the fact that the place in which she slept was just that-a place to sleep, with no history, or memory, or attachment, nothing she would fear losing. It was an extraordinary feeling.
Extraordinary and emphatic. Adele was dead right: Cameron Kelly may appear a lone wolf, but he was a man with roots as deep as his city was tall.
"Rosalind?"