Unsuccessfully trying to forget the woman who owned them. It had been a month since he’d spent those few hours with Greta. Yet he hadn’t been able to put the memories of their short time together from his mind. He moved to pick up the elegant ankle cuff he’d designed once he’d returned home from the resort. He turned the cuff to the right. The diamonds in the centre of the filigree flowers glittered in the light. It was even more stunning than he’d imagined it would be. Like the rest of his collection. Luc was going to be very happy when he saw the pieces. If only he didn’t have to travel down to Perth to sit through the presentations from four advertising agencies. Not when new requests for custom pieces were coming in on a daily basis. He didn’t have the time. Jeffrey had told Luc he could pick the agency himself. Luc’s threat to come up to Broome and drag his sorry arse to Perth didn’t persuade him to venture to the city. He’d argued with his friend. But Luc had been adamant—Jeff’s input on the final decision was not a request but a requirement.