flashed across his face before al expression was cut off again.
‘I—’
An almighty crash from within the house interrupted whatever he’d been about to say. Kit spun around. One of the deliverymen appeared at the back door. ‘I…uh…a wal ’s fal en down.’
She blinked. ‘It’s what?’ She took off at a run. Her beautiful house!
‘Kit, wait, it might not be safe!’
She ignored Alex’s shout. It couldn’t be any more dangerous than being out in the back garden with him. His footsteps pounded behind her, but he didn’t catch up with her until she came to a dead halt at the edge of the living room. He slammed into her and she winced as pain cramped her back again. She coughed at the plaster dust thick in the air.
‘Sorry.’ He gripped her shoulders to steady her.
‘Okay?’
She couldn’t answer him. The warmth of his hands had memories sideswiping her, memories that demanded she turn and rest herself in his arms.
Crazy! She couldn’t talk but she could resist such insane impulses. She managed a nod.
He immediately transferred his attention to the deliverymen. ‘Anyone hurt?’
She closed her eyes. She was a hundred different kinds of a fool where this man was concerned.
The deliverymen al assured Alex that they were unhurt and Kit opened her eyes to survey the damage. She waved a hand in front of her face to try and dispel some of the dust. ‘What happened?’
Her house. Her beautiful house.
As the dust settled, a great hole appeared in her wal where her brand new shelves should’ve been.
They lay in disarray amidst the clutter and mess on the floor. Alex swore. ‘Didn’t you look for a supporting beam?’
‘Course I did,’ a dusty figure muttered. ‘Take a look yourself.’
Alex did. He poked and prodded and then swore at whatever he’d discovered. Kit’s heart sank. Her budget didn’t run to expensive repairs and—
Al her thoughts slammed to a halt when he stuck his head through the hole and peered upwards.
‘Alex!’ The protest squeaked out of her. What if more stuff fel down?
It was only when he backed out again that she noticed the three deliverymen edging towards the door. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ She’d meant to utter the words in her best scary secretary voice, but it came out as a squeak too.
‘Sorry, love, but we’ve delivered your furniture.
There’s nothing more we can do here.’ With that they turned tail and fled.
‘Hold on a minute!’
A firm hand wrapping around her upper arm prevented her from setting off after them. ‘It’s not their fault, Kit. Let them go.’
She wrenched herself out of his grip and then coughed as dust rose up around them, disturbed by her agitated movements. It settled on the shoulders, the sleeves, the lapels of Alex’s finely tailored suit. It settled everywhere, even on his eyelashes. Kit yanked her gaze away. She didn’t want to notice how the dust on his eyelashes made the brown of his irises deeper and clearer. She didn’t want to notice anything about Alex Hal am.
He went to take her arm, but she evaded him. She He went to take her arm, but she evaded him. She didn’t want him touching her again either. She didn’t want to notice how his touch was imprinted on her soul. As if she were his woman. She wasn’t!
She whirled away from him. ‘What do you know about any of this anyway?’
He brushed a hand through his hair, shaking plaster dust out of it. He shrugged and sort of grimaced. ‘I’m a builder by trade, Kit.’
‘No, you’re not. You’re a multi-mil ionaire property developer.’ She planted her feet. ‘Builder my foot,’
she muttered under her breath.
‘I’m a multi-mil ionaire property developer
She frowned. ‘But you have an economics degree.’ She’d seen it on the wal of his office.
‘Mature-age entry. Part-time attendance. How do you think I funded a tertiary education?’
She stared at him and then shook her head. Had she ever real y known him?
Al the intimate ways she had known him rose up through her. When he raised an eyebrow she realized she was staring. She pushed the memories away and bit her lip, wished it weren’t so hard to catch her breath. ‘So…’ she waved at the hole in the wal ‘…you know about al this?’
He nodded.
She bit back a sigh. ‘Right then, you’d better tel me the worst.’
He glanced at the wal and then back at her. A frown formed in his eyes. ‘The wal stud is rotten with damp. That’s why it didn’t hold the shelves and, as you can see, when they fel they took a great chunk of plaster with them. Kit, there’s a hole in the roof.
