Chapter 42
As he drove down the motorway, Nic thought about the events of the last twenty-four hours and started to laugh out loud, remembering in vivid detail the mistake with the wine and Donna’s leery face at the window.
Images of Aria kept popping into his head – slobbing around in her shorts and flipflops, spilling coffee all over the counter as she made him a drink, pushing hair out of her eyes as she baked with icing-sugar fingers.
She had turned an empty show home for the rich into a genuinely rich and rewarding place to live.
And in the last hour? That backside offering itself up to him like the forbidden fruit in the goddam Garden of Eden?
Chuckling again, he had a genius idea. He’d use his cleaner to deliver a gift that would make her laugh.
‘Hey Siri. Send a message to Sophie Rushton.’ After he’d communicated his plan and told Sophie he’d reimburse her plus add a tip, he turned his mind to Theo and the office, and his features re-shaped into a frown.