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warmth, and she didn’t know what had suddenly changed. He’d been so open at Ellen Brook. He’d given her the best day of her life. The best weekend.
    Hell and Tommy. She’d come here thinking bushwalks and kisses and dolmades, and Seth was all business.
    She sat on the couch, then bounced up again, scattering some of his papers. Crossing to the door, she shut it behind her with a determined click. She didn’t sit.
    She remembered enough high school French to know an adieu when she heard one, and knew the conversation was coming to a close.
    Finishing the call, he walked around his desk toward her, glancing at the papers scattered on the floor. He flicked two fingers toward the couch and settled with the back of his thighs against his desk. ‘I’d appreciate if you could pick those up. I fly out tonight and I’ll need them.’
    Remy had forgotten all about the papers. Washing wineglasses for a week would be preferable right now to picking them up, but Seth was the boss. She needed this job.
    Remy stepped to the couch. Kneeling felt more dignified than stooping. She scraped the pages together, tapped them against the briefcase to get a neat edge and left the stack on the leather seat.
    â€˜Okay then,’ she patted the trousers of her Lasrey uniform, glanced at the door. ‘What was it you wanted to see me about?’
    Seth crossed his legs at the ankle. His eyes never left hers. Very, very softly he said: ‘I want to see you stand against the wall, Remy.’
    She forgot to breathe. When she remembered, the air leaked from her lungs. ‘Pardon?’
    â€˜Stand against the wall. Face it.’
    Remy took a shaky step backwards. Her insides were trying to hammer an escape through her skin. ‘I don’t think that’s appropriate.’
    â€˜I didn’t think it was particularly appropriate either when I heard you say it to your girlfriend yesterday. Don’t let that stop you now.’
    In the window behind him she could see their reflections: the back of Seth’s head, shoulders broad and thick in a white shirt about nine hours shy of crisp; and her face, a blush running through it, lips popped open, eyes wide and wild.
    â€˜I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
    Seth pushed off from the desk. His face was hard as the winery’s concrete floor, his voice harder. The authority in it made her flinch. ‘I heard you on the phone yesterday, Remy. Cut the act.’
    â€˜You heard me? That’s—’ sick, crazy. I don’t even think it’s legal. Oh God. What did he hear? How much? Her head spun. She wished her feet would spin, move, anything, but they were like lead. Lead buried in concrete.
    â€˜I couldn’t last twenty-four hours without laying eyes on you, apparently. So I drove to your place to pay you a visit. I even bought you a coffee.’ He laughed in a way that said he didn’t give a shit about coffee. ‘Maybe next time you play X-rated phone games with your girlfriend, you should shut the window.’
    â€˜You keep going on about a girlfriend … I’m not,’ she stumbled, ‘not that there’s anything wrong with it and each to their own and everything, but, I’m not gay.’
    If it was possible for Seth’s face to go even more rigid, it did. ‘Then who were you talking to?’
    Remy groaned inside. What was worse? For Seth to think she was a lesbian? Or for Seth to know she had a handful of female clients who paid her an exorbitant by-the-minute rate to make them come. Did she want Seth to know her family owed Doug Mulvraney so much money, that’s what she had to do to pay it back?
    Not in a million years. ‘I was on my own time, in my own house. You were the one doing the eavesdropping. It’s none of your business.’
    â€˜You lied to me.’
    â€˜I didn’t lie. I don’t have a girlfriend.’
    â€˜Then tell me who was on