Tegan was staying overnight at Amy’s house with some of their classmates. It had been a last-minute invitation. Nothing really had changed. He was still the golden boy. He’d hurt her once by rejecting her invitation to a dance. If she made love with him and then he rejected her again… How much more painful would that be?Brett turned on a lamp. A soft golden glow illuminated a spacious room containing a king-size bed, a couple of club chairs, a small coffee table and a writing desk.“You’ve got enough room to swing a kangaroo in here,” Renita said, padding across the plush champagne carpet. “You need more furniture. Plants. Something.”Brett flung his jacket over one of the club chairs. “Would you like a drink?”Nervous, she spun away from him.Floor-to-ceiling windows and sliding glass doors ran the length of the house, overlooking the bay. She pushed open a door and went through it onto the balcony. The lights of Melbourne and the seaside suburbs twinkled around the long sweeping curve of the bay.Brett came outside and put his arms around her waist from behind.
