She squeezed his hand, trying not to think about all this being made public to the people of Darwin. “Let’s ride it out, Phillip. In the meantime, we’ll carry on for another week until Christmas. I heard you tell Mary that you were going home to Queensland for the holidays anyway. That’ll give us some breathing space.”
Intense relief surged across his face. “Good idea.”
All at once Kia couldn’t help but think that Brant would never let anyone else sort out his problems for him the way Phillip was doing here. Brant would have taken charge and done what he had to do.
Actually, on second thought, he would never have gotten himself in this situation in the first place. Brant relied on no one except himself. He needed no one.
Just like her.
“Don’t let him get to you, Kia.”
She feigned ignorance. “Who?”
“Brant.”
She pretended to be unconcerned. “I wish you’d stop implying that there’s something going on between me and Brant. There isn’t. End of story.”
Is it? Phillip’s eyes asked, but she promptly looked away. She wasn’t about to tell him she suspected he was right.
The next week leading up to Christmas proved difficult for Kia. Not only was she extremely busy tidying things up at work so that she could enjoy their two-week closure over the holidays, but Brant seemed to sense something amiss between her and Phillip. She had the funny feeling he was homing in for the kill.
Then, just as she thought she might be able to relax, the airline phoned at the exact moment Brant walked into her office. They were checking to see if there was anything else they could do to assist Phillip on his trip to Queensland tomorrow.
Kia tried to sound as if she were talking to a client. She didn’t want Brant to know she wasn’t joining Phillip at this stage. “Thank you, but I believe everything’s under control.”
“What about on arrival in Brisbane?” the woman persisted on the other end of the line. “Can we arrange transport from the airport?”
“That’s kind of you, but there will be someone to meet him,” she said, then could have kicked herself when the look in Brant’s eyes sharpened.
“That’s fine then. But please let us know if there’s anything we can do.”
“Thank you, I will.” Kia hung up, swallowed, then planted a polite smile on her face. “Can I help you, Mr. Matthews?”
His mouth thinned. “You can’t keep calling me ‘mister’ for the next twenty years.”
She kept a reign on her temper. “Who knows where any of us will be by then?”
“You’ll be married to Phillip, of course.”
She’d forgotten that was what he’d think. “Yes, of course.”
“Who was on the telephone just now?”
Her heart thumped as she quickly began to tidy up some papers. “Oh, no one you should worry about.”
A pair of hands flattened on the desk in front of her, stilling her. “That was someone from the airline, wasn’t it?”
She drew a shaky breath and looked up into blue eyes that were riveted on her face. The caress of his warm breath on her cheeks stirred her senses. “Yes.”
“So you’re not on the same flight as Phillip?” he demanded, shooting each word at her with the precision of gunfire.
“No.”
“Are you catching another flight?”
“Yes.” To Adelaide.
“To Queensland?”
She lifted her chin in the air and decided she’d had enough of this. “I’m not going to Queensland. I’m spending Christmas with my family in Adelaide.”
He leaned in that little bit closer. “So you’re not spending Christmas with your new fiancé?”
She resisted shrinking back in her chair. “Not this year, no.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
Anger flared in his eyes as he pushed himself back from the desk and straightened. “It’s usual for an engaged couple to spend Christmas together.”
“We’re not a usual couple.” She realized what she said too late. “I’d already made other arrangements,”she pointed out as she slowly began to breathe again.
An odd glint appeared in his eyes. “I’d have thought you wouldn’t want to let him out of your sight.”
“I trust Phillip,” she said, slightly puzzled by his question. It wasn’t as though Phillip would be out nightclubbing every night. Now if it was Brant who was her fiancé…
“But do you trust Lynette Kelly?” he purred.
Shock ran through her. Had he guessed that Lynette still had feelings for Phillip? Did he know things hadn’t really been settled between them?
“Lynette and Phillip are no longer an item,” she said coolly, and before he could say anything further she handed him a piece of paper. “I believe this belongs to you, Mr. Matthews.”
His face hardened. “Kia, I swear if you call me Mr. Matthews one more time…” He trailed off as he opened the slip of paper. His head shot up. “What’s this?”
“A check for my security alarm.” She’d rung the man who’d come to her home only to find out the bill had already been paid.
Cynicism entered his eyes. “Forget it. You paid for it by coming to the art exhibition, remember?”
Yes, so why did she deserve that mocking look in his eyes? “I’m sorry, I don’t see it that way. Not even as Phillip’s fiancée.”
“My offer was non-negotiable.” He ripped it in two.
She got to her feet and walked to a cabinet too close to Brant to get her purse. “Fine. I’ll write another one and give it to Phillip.”
“No need for drama, Kia. Let it go.”
“Mr. Matthews, if you think you can do what you like—”
He captured her arm with his warm hand, sending a slew of shivers racing over her spine. “Listen, if I did what I’d really like—”
“Is everything all right in here?”
Kia drew a ragged breath before she looked up to see Phillip had wheeled to the office door and was looking at them in concern. She stepped sideways and Brant dropped his hand.
Somehow she planted a stiff smile on her lips. “Yes, everything’s fine. I was just reminding Mr. Matthews that you’re going to Queensland tomorrow.”