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Kip:Italian, navy-blue, single breasted, three-piece.

Me:A waistcoat? *fans self*

Kip:Yep. And you get to take it off if you like.

I feel a sudden swell of emotion. Is this for real? A gorgeous guy, who just happens to be incredibly rich, who owns his own private jet, and is so desperate to see me that he’s willing to wait for weeks? This must be an elaborate joke.

Me:Am I dreaming?

Kip:Saxon would say you’re having more of a nightmare if you’re dating me LOL.

Me:Dating?

Kip:For want of a better word. It’s what they call it when you get the feels about someone.

Me:You have the feels for me?

Kip:I do. All the feels. And I’ve made my up mind that I want you, so you might as well get used to me.

A shiver runs down my back at his statement. I’m not sure whether to feel flattered or alarmed. He speaks with such determination, even though I’ve told him I’m not in the zone to have a relationship right now.

Getting up, I wander over to the window and look out at the view for a moment. The garden is burgeoning with summer blooms. Mum likes to sit on the deck and watch the bees buzzing around the flower beds, so I try to make sure there’s plenty of color.

There’s no way this could work. Even if he told me he’d fly me to Wellington whenever I wanted, I’d only be able to go when Charlie’s home, or on the rare occasion that June was able to look after Mum. I don’t truly believe any guy would remain faithful in a relationship with a girl he could see only four or five times a year. Kip could have any woman he wanted. Why on earth would he pick me?

My phone buzzes.

Kip:Have you fainted?

Me:LOL no I’m still here. I do feel a bit breathless though. You make me feel as if I’m standing in the middle of a tornado.

Kip:Good.

I frown.Is it intentional?

Kip:Absolutely not.

I give a wry smile. It is. He’s trying to dazzle me with sex and money. Well, I suppose there are worse things to have to deal with.

Kip:How long do you think you could come down for?

Me:I don’t know, I’d have to think about it. How long would you want me for?

Kip:Two or three months?

I laugh.Be serious.

Kip:Okay. Two or three years?

Me:Kip!

Kip::-) As long as you can give me.

Me:I’ll talk to Charlie.

Kip:Okay. I gotta go. We’ve got a meeting about Craig.

Me:Did he email you his resignation in the end?

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