One look was all it took to blow her theory to smithereens. She tightened her grip on the trolley and pasted a smile on lips that were suddenly dry as she walked towards him. “Claire!” his deep voice was full of welcome as he greeted her. “How was the flight? Not too tiring I hope.” “It was fine. Thank you for the ticket. I wasn’t expecting to travel Business Class.” He waved away her thanks as he took charge of the trolley and led the way to the exit. Claire followed, unable to stop feasting her eyes on the muscular planes of his back under a cotton polo shirt, and the lazy stride of his long, denim-clad legs. What was she doing here, courting heartbreak, when she could have stayed safely at home? One letter telling Daniel that, on reflection, she had decided to decline his offer was all it would have taken. One letter, and a few days of regret, and it would have been over, whereas now she had to see it through. Had to stay for the six months she had promised. Had to honour the contract she had signed.
