If only he knew how little trouble crowds gave her when there was a flat track and she was wearing skates not lime green stilettos. Once they hit the sudden bright of street lights and the blare of passing traffic Bree let go his hand. This was the real world and there was no longer a reason to touch. Ant stopped and turn back. He looked annoyed. “Why’d you come with me?” She looked down at his shoes. She liked this pair. Italian leather, they had interesting double stitching. “Did you mean what you said?” She’d made a statement by leaving with him and he’d probably only done it for show, making her an idiot for abandoning a dinner set up to honour her win. She looked up to see him frown. He pulled his tie down and out from his collar, unknotted it, shoved it in his pocket and undid a couple of shirt buttons. He took his suit coat off and flung it over his shoulder. He was stripping his corporate self away while half of Sydney on the prowl for the next drink manoeuvred around them. “Surprised the hell out of me, but yeah. I mean it. And I need a drink. You coming?”
