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chance to speak with and even coach youngsters eager to
surf their way up through the ranks. Out ahead, for as far as she could see,
the horizon shone with amazing possibilities. Her accident had changed that.
                 But,
thankfully, there’d been a life after celebrity and elite athlete status, just
a different life. When she’d overcome the worst of her accident, she’d thrown
herself into the study she’d previously set aside and had attained a Bachelor
of Health Sciences in Physiotherapy at Sydney’s Bond University. She was beyond
grateful her determination and hard work was paying off—today better than she’d
ever dreamed.
                 As
she swerved around the top end of the drive now, Libby recalled this morning’s
unexpected phone call. None other than Alex Wolfe, the British-born motor
racing champ who’d come to grief at the weekend, had requested her services. Mr
Wolfe’s assistant, an efficient-sounding man by the name of Eli Steele, had
relayed that he and Mr Wolfe had researched specialists in her profession
extensively and had decided that her credentials best suited Mr Wolfe’s current
needs with regard to the shoulder injury he’d sustained.
                 Libby
had to wonder precisely what credentials Eli referred to.
                 She
worked almost exclusively with injured athletes but she’d never treated anyone
near as renowned as this man. Perhaps Alex Wolfe, or his assistant, was aware
of her former life, Libby surmised, slotting the auto shift into park and
shutting down the engine. But had they dug deep enough to unearth how the final
chapter of that part of her life had ended?
                 After
opening the car door, Libby swung her legs out. Pushing to her feet, she
surveyed the magnificent ultra-modern home as well as the surrounding pristine
lawns and gardens. Rendered white with ultramarine and hardwood trims, the Rose
Bay double-storey mansion spanned almost the entire width of the vast block.
She imagined numerous bedrooms, each with their own en suite and spa bath. An
indoor heated pool would provide luxurious laps during winter while an
Olympic-size outdoor pool with trickling water features and, perhaps, a
man-made beach would be the go during Sydney’s often scorching summer months.
                 Straightening
the jacket of her cream and black-trim pants-suit, Libby craned her neck. A
grand forecourt, decorated with trellised yellow-bell jasmine and topiaries set
in waist-high terracotta pots, soared around her. Her eyes drifting shut, she
inhaled nature’s sweet perfume and hummed out a sigh. In her sporting heyday,
she’d earned good money but nothing compared with this unabashed show of
wealth. Of course, the lucrative runoffs from the Alex Wolfe range of
aftershave, clothing and computer games would contribute handsomely to his
fortune. Charm, money, movie-star looks. Hell, Alex Wolfe had it all.
                 A
thoroughly sexy voice, with a very posh English accent, broke into her
thoughts.
                 ‘I
agree. It’s a cracking day. Perhaps we ought to chat out here.’
                 It
started in her belly … a pleasant tingling heat that flooded her body in the
same instant her eyes snapped wide open. On that extensive front patio,
directly in front of her, stood a man. The man.
                 Alex
Wolfe.
                 An
embarrassing eternity passed before her stunned brain swam to the surface.
Frankly, she’d never experienced a sight—a vision —quite
like the one openly assessing her now. His lopsided grin was lazy, carving
attractive grooves either side of a spellbinding mouth. His hair was a
stylishly messy dark blond, the length of which curled off the collar of a teal-coloured
polo shirt. And what about those shoulders! Mouthwateringly broad.
Ubermasculine.
                 And
let’s not forget, Libby warned