Seven Their 9 a.m. flight was delayed by an hour. Emily had always laughingly joked about AJ’s belief in omens, but right now, seated next to Zac in Virgin Blue’s executive lounge in Sydney’s departure terminal, she wasn’t amused. More time in his presence, more time to feel awkward and embarrassed. More time to rethink her decision? On their drive to the airport Emily had shamelessly used her phone as a buffer. She’d talked with the Valhalla staff about the Point One project, texted ones who couldn’t be reached…and yes, faked a few, too. Tiredness nipped at her heels as she stared at her phone, reading the same e-mail for the fifth time. A night in the most heavenly bed in all the world and still she couldn’t sleep. Her brain had teased her with various scenarios of Zac there beside her, touching, kissing, making love to her. She frowned, reached for her cappuccino and took a sip before glancing over at Zac, who sat directly opposite. His expression was hidden behind expensive sunglasses, but she was directly in his sightline, even if he was busy with his text messages.
