But Jenny…
She was dressed like a prim secretary. Like a repressed old maid. Like something she wasn’t. He knew she wasn’t. Because otherwise why would his body be screaming that it wanted this woman-he wanted this woman?
She was a complication, he told himself desperately, and he’d spent his entire adult life making sure that he had as few complications in his life as possible.
‘I need to go check the facilities at Anna’s property,’ he said, and if he sounded brusque he couldn’t help it.
She grabbed her bag. ‘It’s in the hills, north of town.’
‘I’ll find it,’ he said, and she hesitated and then put her bag down again.
‘You want me to stay here?’
‘Yes.’
‘Fine.’ Back to being subservient. ‘I’ll make lists of what’s needed.’ She hesitated. ‘That is, if you want me to?’
‘I want you to.’
‘Fine.’
What was it between them? What was this…thing? It felt like some sort of magnetic charge, with both of them hauling away from it.
‘Fine,’ he repeated, and he left-but some important part of him stayed behind. And he couldn’t for the life of him think what it was.
CHAPTER FIVE
THEY worked brilliantly as a team-apart.
For the next few days plans for the two weddings proceeded as swiftly as for any function Guy had organised in Manhattan. Most of it was down to Jenny. Guy just had to hint at a suggestion and she had it organised. She seemed to know every last person in a twenty-mile radius of Sandpiper Bay. He needed oysters? She knew the couple who leased the best oyster beds. He wanted lobsters? She knew the fisherman. Fantastic greens? Her husband’s best friend had a hydroponic set-up where they could get wonderful produce straight from the grower.