‘I’ve promised my mother I’d meet her to help with something at lunch.’
‘But you’re supposed to be making your jewellery. You’ve still got several pieces unfinished.’ He climbed to the stair just below hers.
‘I know,’ she said, pausing for a second to wonder how he knew—had he been poking around in her room up there? ‘But I promised.’
He looked angrier than he had when he’d left last night. He stretched his hands out to the rails either side of the stairs so he made a wall she somehow had to get past. ‘But you’ve only got a week ’til the show.’
She knew that too. ‘I’ll work on them later.’
His eyes narrowed. ‘You don’t want to do it, do you? The exhibition.’
‘What? Of course I do.’
‘If you did you’d be prioritising it.’
She stiffened at the implied criticism. ‘Things other than work have priority in my life, Lorenzo. People have priority.’ Which was more than could be said for him. As far as she could tell he lived for work and work alone. People—relationships—didn’t feature in the equation at all. ‘My mother has asked for help. I’m pleased to be able to.’
‘No, she could get someone else. It’s just that you can’t say no when someone asks you. It wouldn’t matter if it was her or anyone.’
‘And that’s a bad thing?’ She glared at him.
‘It is when it stops you from achieving your own dreams.’
‘Like I said, people come first for me, Lorenzo. Always.’
‘Aren’t you a person? Isn’t what you want just as valid as what others want? Surely if you explained how busy you were, she’d find someone else to do whatever it is. A paid assistant, perhaps?’
She stiffened—but not because of the little jibe.
His eyes narrowed. ‘She doesn’t know, does she?’ With scary precision he zoomed in on the problem.
No, and Sophy didn’t want her to—didn’t want any of them to. ‘The sooner I go and do this, the sooner I can get back upstairs.’
‘But you were out yesterday afternoon too. For three hours.’
What was he, her time sheet? She wasn’t ac countable to him. Not on this.
‘You can’t let this opportunity go, Sophy. Your work is too good.’
That made her even more tense—she felt pressure enough without him making sweet comments like that. ‘I really have to go, Lorenzo.’ She looked past him down the stairs. ‘And it really isn’t any of your business.’ He wouldn’t open up to her at all, so why should he have the right to comment on her life?
‘Sophy,’ he said quietly, leaning forward and branding her lips with the heat of his. ‘At least be quick.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘SOPHY, can you come with me, please?’ Lorenzo met her as she walked into the building.
She glanced at Kat behind the reception desk, hoping the girl hadn’t picked up on the chill in his words. ‘Of course.’
Was he mad with her? She hadn’t returned to the warehouse yesterday—had got held up completely until the early evening. Her sister had come round and it had turned into a whole family gathering. She’d made excuses and gone after a while—but she needn’t have hurried. Lorenzo hadn’t come round, had left no message on her phone. It was the first night they hadn’t had sex all week. And stupidly she’d had less sleep than ever. So she really wasn’t in the mood to have a hard time from him.
He led her out the back and gestured for her to get into his car.
‘Where are we going?’ She fixed her seat belt—he already had the engine running.
‘You’ll see.’ He fiddled with the stereo and put the music up loud. What, he didn’t want conversation?
‘I had a nice night, thanks.’ She chit chatted really loudly just to annoy him. He didn’t want to talk personal? Tough. ‘Big dinner with my parents and Victoria and Ted. It’s my niece’s birthday this weekend so we were celebrating early. Rosanna sent a text. She’s in Sydney for a few days.’
He gave her a sideways look but said nothing.
Yeah, she loved having conversations by herself. So she gave up. They drove through half of Auckland and she relaxed into the comfortable seat. Suddenly she sat up. ‘Lorenzo, this is the airport.’
‘And we’re right on time.’
On time for what? ‘Where are we going?’
‘Have you ever gotten on a plane and not known the destination?’
She shook her head.
‘Now’s your chance.’
‘Lorenzo—’
‘Have you ever taken a risk? Gone with an impulse?’
‘Maybe,’ she said cautiously. Like the time she’d come on to him with the basketball.
He parked the car, crossed his arms and called her on it. ‘What are you going to do, Sophy? Play it safe or walk on the wild side? Come on an adventure.’
‘How wild an adventure?’
‘Totally legal.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Honestly, don’t make a big deal about it, you’ll end up disappointed.’
She didn’t think so. She didn’t think she’d ever be disappointed when he was offering adventure.
He got out of the car. ‘Are you coming or what?’
As if she could say no. He loaded a surprisingly heavy-looking suitcase onto a trolley and headed to the check-in. She wasn’t worried. It wasn’t as if they were going to go overseas—he didn’t have her passport, this was the domestic terminal.
‘We’re flying back tonight, right?’ She’d better check on that though.
‘No.’
‘Then when?’
‘Sunday.’
Sunday? ‘Lorenzo, I can’t. I promised my brother I’d organise the cupcakes for my niece’s party.’
‘Were you going to bake them?’
‘They’re not that hard.’ She nibbled her lower lip. ‘Oh, I can’t, Lorenzo. I can’t let him down. I can’t let her down.’ But she was disappointed for herself more than anything.
‘Do you have to be at the party?’
‘No. It’s for her little friends. I was just making the cakes. She likes the icing I do.’
‘Someone else can do icing.’
Who? Baking wasn’t something anyone else in her family did.
‘Phone a bakery and get them to deliver,’ Lorenzo said, as if he were instructing a small child. He was right, of course. It would be so easy.
‘It’s short notice.’
‘Just offer to pay double and they’ll do it.’
She laughed. ‘Is that how you get what you want? Offer to pay?’
‘No. That wouldn’t work with you. I have to come up with other alternatives.’ He grinned. ‘Like abduction.’
She chomped on her lip some more. So tempted.
‘Phone up and get it done.’ He gave her a sideways look. ‘What else did you have scheduled for the weekend?’
‘A few things.’ Sophy dug out her phone and her diary. ‘What am I going to tell them?’
‘The truth.’
‘I don’t want to.’
‘You don’t want to say you’re running off for a dirty long weekend?’
Oh, she couldn’t hesitate now. ‘We’re a secret, remember?’
She got on and made the calls. It took the whole twenty minutes they had left on the ground to rearrange everything she’d agreed to do in the weekend.