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herself, sucking down a breath, the only reason she was here.
                 Stopping
long enough to think about which foot to put forward first, Libby pinned on a
warm but businesslike smile and moved to join her newest client, whom, she
noticed now, also wore a navy blue immobiliser sling.
                 ‘I
believe you were expecting me. I’m Libby Henderson. I was just admiring your
home and gardens.’
                 He
surveyed the vast front lawns and nodded as a gentle harbour breeze lifted dark
blond hair off his brow. ‘I always enjoy my stints in Australia,’ he said. ‘The
weather’s brilliant.’ Gorgeous soft grey eyes hooked back onto hers as he
cocked his head. ‘I’d offer you my hand but …’
                 ‘Your
right shoulder’s giving you problems.’
                 ‘Nothing
too serious,’ he said, stepping aside to welcome her in.
                 Entering
the foyer, which gave the modest size of her Manly apartment a decent run for
its money, Libby considered his last comment. If Mr Wolfe’s in jury had been
enough to land him in hospital and warrant subsequent intensive treatment
ordered by his team doctor, clearly it was serious enough. Her job was to make
certain that full range of motion and strength returned and, despite any
downplaying on his part, that’s precisely what she intended to do. Men like
Alex Wolfe wanted to get back to it, and now .
She understood that. Unfortunately, however, sometimes that wasn’t possible.
                 Forcing
herself not to gape at the storybook multi-tiered staircase or the
mirror-polished marble floors, Libby instead turned to her host as he closed
the twelve-foot-high door. She suppressed a wry grin. Must be the butler’s day
off.
                 ‘Can
I offer you a refreshment, Ms Henderson?’
                 As
he passed to lead her through the spacious white, almost austere vestibule,
Libby’s thoughts stuck on what should have been a simple question. But his tone
implied that rather than coffee, any refreshment he offered might include
something as social as champagne.
                 ‘I’m
fine, thank you,’ she replied, unable to keep her gaze from straying to the
fluid style of his gait in those delectable custom-made black trousers as he
moved off. Would he detect any peculiarities in her stride if their positions
were reversed—she in front, he behind? But surely a man who’d dated super
models and at least one European princess wouldn’t be interested enough to
notice.
                 ‘We’ll
talk in the sunroom.’ Stopping before a set of double doors, he fanned open one
side and she moved through.
                 After
he’d closed this door too, he headed for a U-shaped group of three snowy-white
leather couches. Beyond soaring arched windows sat that magnificent outdoor
pool she’d imagined as well as a glamorous spa and stylish white wicker setting.
A pool house, which mimicked the main building’s design, looked large enough to
accommodate a family of four as well as friends. Positioned beyond the pool
area was a massive storage block—she suspected a huge garage. All the world
knew Mr Wolfe liked his cars.
                 He
gestured to the closest couch. ‘Please make yourself comfortable.’
                 Libby
lowered back against the cushions and set her feet neatly together. Rather than
taking up position on the opposite couch, Alex Wolfe settled down alongside of
her. A flush crept up her neck and lit her cheeks. This man’s magnetism was a
tangible, remarkable thing. His proximity to her on this couch couldn’t be
deemed as inappropriate—at least an arm’s length separated them—and yet she
couldn’t ignore the pull . Not that Mr
Wolfe would purposely be sending out those kinds of vibes. He was simply …
well, he was only …