So maybe now was not the time to introduce himself. Maybe now was the time to enjoy watching her fuss and fidget some more.
* * *
‘I know your face, but I can’t seem to place you,’ he said, staring at her as though sifting through his memory. Help!
‘Do you work for the company?’ he asked. Phew.
‘No, thank heavens,’ she said.
‘You have something against Lincoln Holdings?’
She shrugged. ‘I’m not a big fan of beer and boxing. So I guess that makes me not a big fan of Lincoln Holdings.’
He made no response, and seemed perfectly content in the long silence. On the contrary, Holly’s right leg jiggled and her ears buzzed with every beat of her thudding heart.
‘Are you planning on staying in here all night?’ he finally asked.
‘I hadn’t really thought that far. I came with someone so I need the lift home.’ She kept her eyes averted and her face turned as far away as was polite.
‘I could organise a cab for you, if you wish.’
‘No, thanks.’ Now off you go.
‘The least I can do is tell your companion you are in here,’ the man said. ‘I’m sure he would not want you out of his sight for too long.’ And then he smiled again.
Holly felt like a whole family of butterflies had taken up residence in her stomach. It was unfair to have a debilitating smile like that in your arsenal. If he smiled at her like that one more time she would be reduced to a pile of quivering mush upon the fuzzy pink ottoman. It was maddening but she was drawn to him despite herself. So if he wasn’t going to leave then she would have to.
‘Maybe I should take a cab. Make Ben worry. He deservesit.’
‘Ben?’
‘I’m here with Ben Jeffries. One of the VPs.’
The man’s attitude cooled so suddenly, it surprised Holly, then she remembered why she had embarked on her husband hunt in the first place. Her theory about the men she attracted. At parties.
He was no enigma, standing there seeming so cool and elegant. He had been wearing his party personality, he had been acting the part, just as they all did. He was good-looking enough to send a girl’s stomach into a whole series of flips with one brief smile, and she had almost fallen for it.
The clang of a bell sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a loud cheer. Holly winced as she imagined the fighters coming together in a violent clash.
Her companion’s attention focussed on her for one fleeting, intense moment, before he nodded, then headed back out into the throng.
The muffled sounds of the enthusiastic crowd outside infiltrated her conflicting thoughts. As she settled herself in for the duration it occurred to her that if it were not for that man’s unpleasant behaviour at their first meeting, she would not have been sitting in a bathroom, dressed up, hungry and alone.
Smiling to herself, she felt much more comfortable thinking nothing but ill of him once more.
CHAPTER THREE
JACOB LINCOLN walked into his second-in-charge’s office first thing Monday morning. He had been able to catch up for a brief hello and welcome home Saturday night but one subject had been bothering him since.
Without hesitation, Ben rounded his desk and hugged his old friend. He patted him on the back once more, as though making sure he was really there.
‘I still can’t believe you’re back. And what an entrance. You sashayed into the match the other night, calm as you please, as if you’d never been away. Over the jet lag yet?’
‘Pretty much. I had forgotten how cold and dry the air is in Melbourne. It hits you as soon as you get off the plane. I don’t mind, though—I never could get used to the humidity in New Orleans.’
‘Good. It means you’re a Melbournian at heart.’
Jacob shrugged. ‘Or maybe it means I should try San Francisco next.’ Jacob sat down on the leather lounge chair on the near side of Ben’s desk. His fingers unconsciously played with his bottom lip as he broached the subject that had been worrying him.
‘At the fight, I met your date.’
Ben grinned broadly. ‘So, you met the other woman in my life.’
Jacob’s eyes narrowed at Ben’s obvious affection towards a woman other than his pregnant wife. But Ben just burst out laughing.
‘Don’t look at me like that, Link. She’s Beth’s best friend. My poor wife can hardly walk up stairs any more, much less handle a nightclub function, so she asked me to take Holly. They’ve known each other for ever so when I fell madly in love with my wife, Holly came with the deal.’
Feeling undeniably better, Jacob leant back in the chair. ‘What’s she like?’
‘You’ve met her. Short, blonde, heavily pregnant.’ Ben reached for his wallet. ‘I can show you a photo.’
‘I meant Holly, and you know it.’
‘Ah, Holly.’ Ben put his wallet away.
‘You get on well?’ Jacob asked.
‘You bet. So well, in fact, she has roped me into finding a man for her.’
‘Really?’ Surprising. She hardly seemed the type to need a blind date. But while he was in town.
‘Not only a man,’ Ben continued, shaking his head and smiling indulgently, ‘but a husband at that.’
Whoa. A blind date was one thing …
He had been back in the country for just a few days and twice he had run into the same woman, and both times he had allowed her to get under his skin. He should have known better. So he swiftly latched onto the perfect balm for just that kind of irritant; she was on a husband hunt.
Suddenly San Francisco was looking better and better.
‘She’s cute, don’t you think?’ Ben asked with a glimmer in his eye.
‘Sure.’ If you called women with stormy blue eyes and legs that went on forever ‘cute’.
‘Did she happen to mention how she enjoyed the fight?’
‘We met just before it began actually. But that didn’t stop her pitching varied unflattering opinions about the match and my company in general.’
‘That sounds like Holly. Did you … introduce yourself?’ Ben asked, seeming to choose his words carefully. ‘Did she know who you were?’