Until now.
Until Gabrielle Kane had walked back into his life.
Just like she was doing this very minute as she made an appearance at the living room doorway. She was worth the wait, dressed in a sleeveless, teal-colored crocheted top and long white pants that clung to her gorgeous figure, making her look casual yet stylish.
“Hungry?” he said, putting the papers aside on the sofa and getting to his feet.
“A little.”
He started across the open-plan apartment toward the dining table nestled over in the corner. “Everything’s ready.”
She slowly followed him, then frowned when she saw the table laden with food. “Are others coming?”
“No. Just us. I ordered from the restaurant across the street.” The chef had gone a little overboard with the array of tropical salads, dishes teeming with prawns and lobster, Tasmanian salmon and barramundi fish. “I told them plenty of seafood,” he said, deliberately reminding her that he remembered how partial she’d been to this type of food.
Her eyes brightened, then she flushed. “Thank you, but I doubt I’ll do it all justice.”
“No problem. My housekeeper will be delighted to take the leftovers off my hands.” He held out the chair for her. “Sit here.”
She moved forward and did as he suggested. Once she was comfortable, he took his own seat and poured wine into their glasses.
Her gaze darted around the room. “This is a really nice apartment.”
“I know. Lucky for me one of my friends married a very talented lady who loves to decorate.”
The place hadn’t been half-bad before, but Danielle had suggested some ideas and he hadn’t had the heart to dissuade her. He and Flynn had smiled at each other as she’d enthusiastically promised a stylishly furnished apartment with class and sophistication that was ideal for executive living. And she’d lived up to that promise. The open plan of the living and dining area, abundant with natural light, soaked up the magnificent panoramic views of the harbor…her words, not his. She’d done a great job of it.
“It’s lovely,” Gabrielle agreed.
“Just like you are, Gabrielle,” he said, holding her eyes with his. One day soon he would hold her in his arms. And he would show her how lovely he thought she was.
A pulse beat at the base of her throat. “You know, I’m suddenly really hungry,” she said huskily, and began piling the food on her plate.
He was too, but it wasn’t for food. Dammit, waiting was already harder than he’d expected.
It would be easier once he said what he needed to say. She wasn’t going to be so placid then, he decided, as they ate in silence for a while, listening to the soft background music, but eventually he knew he couldn’t put this off. She wasn’t going to like it.
He raised his glass in a toast. “To you, Gabrielle.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
“For having the courage to come home again.”
She looked pleasantly surprised as she picked up her glass and clinked it against his. “Thank you,” she said, a slight catch to her voice that unfurled something soft inside his chest.
He took a sip of wine, then said, “Your mother was pleased to see you today.”
“Yes.”
“I imagine Russell will be, too.”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you glad now that you came?”
Her forehead creased a little, her eyes growing puzzled. “Yes, I am.”
He rested back against his chair. “And you’re happy to be here in Darwin?”
She eyed him with sudden suspicion. “Okay, what’s this about, Damien?”
Leaning forward, he placed his wine glass on the table, then dropped the bombshell. “Your cousin has taken control of the Kane Property and Finance Group.”
Her cousin was an idiot.
A dangerous idiot.
She gaped at him. “Keiran? How on earth did he get involved in all this?”
Damien’s mouth tightened. “Some years ago your father sold forty percent of the company shares to him, that’s why.”
She sat up straighter. “What! Why would he do that?”
“Russell wanted to keep it in the family if anything happened to him, and Keiran worked on him until he sold him the shares.” Damien had advised Russell against it, but the older man seemed to have a blind spot where his nephew was concerned, and now his company that specialized in providing investment property finance here in Australia and the growing Asian market, was paying the price. “Your father also left written instructions with his attorney that if he became incapacitated, then you were to get forty percent of the shares as well.”
“What!”
“You each now hold forty percent of the Kane Property and Finance Group.”
She shook her head. “I don’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“Believe it.”
“Oh my Lord.” She sat there for a moment looking stunned.
“Keiran’s been at Kane’s for some years now and he knows the business. As soon as Russell had the stroke he stepped in and took over. Your cousin was always quick when there was something in it for him.”
“I know.”
He paused, then, “And that’s exactly why you needed to be here.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widened. “Good heavens, you don’t expect me to step in and start running a multinational company, do you?” “Why not? Keiran did. He’s already made some decisions that would give your father another stroke if he knew, and we can’t do a damn thing to stop him.” The only person who could stop him was sitting right here. “If you assume control, Keiran will hopefully slink back into his own little office where he can do no more damage.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “But Keiran owns as many shares as I do now. He’s not going to give up the top job.”
Damien could feel his jaw clench. “Let’s try him first.”
She shook her head, obviously trying to get it clear in her mind. “Hang on. Why didn’t you tell me all this back in Sydney?”
“Would you have come home?”
“I don’t know,” she said, her forehead marred with a crease. “And I don’t understand why my father left me forty percent.”
“Perhaps he expected you would come back if he needed you. And he does need you now, Gabrielle.”