His Until Midnight

Behind her, the gentle buzz of dragonfly wings close to glass drew her focus. She turned to study the collection that gave the restaurant its name. There were over one hundred species in Hong Kong—vibrant and fluorescent, large and small—and Qīngtíng kept an immaculate and stunning community of them in the specially constructed habitat.

She discreetly took several deep breaths to get her wayward feelings under control. ‘Every year, I forget how amazing this is.’

And, every year, she envied the insects and pitied them, equally. Their captive life was one of luxury, with every conceivable need met. Their lives were longer and easier than their wild counterparts and neither their wetland nor food source ever dried up. Yet the glass boundaries of their existence was immutable. New arrivals battered softly against it until they eventually stopped trying and they accepted their luxurious fate.

Ultimately, didn’t everyone?

‘Give him a chance and the dragonfly curator will talk your ear off with the latest developments in invertebrate husbandry.’

His tone drew her eyes back. ‘I thought you only flew down for the day? When did you have a chance to meet Qīngtíng’s dragonfly guy?’

‘Last Christmas. I unexpectedly found myself with time on my hands.’

Because she hadn’t come.

The shame washed in again. ‘It was...too soon. I couldn’t leave Australia. And Blake was gone.’

He stared at her. Contemplating. ‘Which one of those do you want to go with?’

Heat rushed up her neck.

‘They’re all valid.’ His silence only underscored her lies. She took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t come last year, Oliver. I should have had more courage.’

‘Courage?’

‘To tell you that it was the last time I’d be coming.’

He flopped back in his chair. ‘Is that what you’ve come to say now?’

It was. Although, saying it aloud seemed to be suddenly impossible. She nodded instead.

‘We could have done that by phone. It would have been cheaper for you.’

‘I had the Testore—’

‘You could have come and not told me you were here. Like you did in Shanghai.’

Every muscle tightened up.

Busted.

She generally did her best to deal with Shanghai contacts outside Shanghai for a very specific reason—it was Harmer-country, and going deep into Oliver’s own turf wasn’t something she’d been willing to risk let alone tell him about. But how could he possibly know the population had swelled to twenty-five-million-and-one just that once? She asked him exactly that.

His eyes held hers. ‘I have my sources.’

And why exactly were his sources pointing in her direction?

‘Before you get too creeped out,’ he went on, ‘it was social media. Your status listed your location as the People’s Square, so I knew you were in town.’

Ugh. Stupid too-smart phones. ‘You didn’t message me.’

‘I figured if you wanted to see me you would have let me know.’

Oh. Sneaking in and out of China’s biggest city like a thief was pathetic enough, but being so stupidly caught out just made her look—and feel—like a child. ‘It was a flying visit,’ she croaked. ‘I was hunting a Paraguayan harp.’

Lord. Not making it better.

‘It doesn’t matter, that’s in the past. I want to know why you won’t be returning in the future.’

Discomfort gnawed at her intestines. ‘I can’t keep flying here indefinitely, Oliver. Can’t we just say it’s been great and let it go?’

He processed that for a moment. ‘Do all your friends have best-by dates?’

His perception had her buzzing as furiously as the dragonflies. ‘Is that what we are? Friends?’

‘I thought so.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘I never got the sense that you were here under sufferance. You certainly seemed very comfortable helping me spend my money.’

‘Oliver—’

‘What’s really going on, Audrey? What’s the problem?’

‘Blake’s gone,’ she pointed out needlessly on a great expulsion of breath. ‘Me continuing to come and see you...What would be the point?’

‘To catch up. To see each other.’

‘Why would we do that?’

‘Because friends nurture their relationships.’

‘Our relationship was built on someone who’s not here any more.’

He blinked at her—twice—and his perfect lips gaped. ‘That might be how it started but it’s not like that any longer.’ An ocean of doubt swilled across the back of his gaze, though. ‘I met you about six minutes before Blake did, if you recall. Technically, I think that means our friendship pre-dates Blake.’

That had been an excruciating six minutes, writhing under the intensity of the sexiest man she’d ever met, until his infinitely more ordinary friend had wandered into the Sydney bar. Blake with his narrower shoulders, his harmless smile and his non-challenging conversation. She’d practically swamped the man with her attention purely on reactive grounds, to crawl out from under Oliver’s blistering microscope.

She knew when she was batting above her average and thirty seconds in his exclusive company told her Oliver Harmer was major league. Majorly gorgeous, majorly bright and majorly bored if he was entertaining himself by flirting with her.

‘That doesn’t count. You only spoke to me to pass the time until Blake turned up.’

He weighed something up. ‘What makes you think I wasn’t laying groundwork?’

‘For Blake?’

His snort drew a pair of glances from across the room. ‘For me. Blake’s always been quite capable of doing his own dirty work...’ As if it suddenly occurred to him that they were speaking of the dead, his words petered off. ‘Anyway, as soon as he walked in the room you were captivated. I knew when I’d been bested.’

What would Oliver say if he knew she’d clung to Blake’s conversation specifically to avoid having to engage with his more handsome friend again? Or if she confessed that she’d been aware of every single move Oliver made until the moment she left her phone number with Blake and fled out into the Australian night.

He’d probably laugh.