Diamond in the Rough by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Western, General, Adult
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-six

The next day I went back to work and I was the only one in my

department not still on holidays, which suited me fine. Rosalind

was at a health spa and I felt sorry for all the other people there.

They’d have a horrible time, not really knowing why.

Post Christmas and New Year was usually a great opportunity

to catch up on stuff, but with the events of New Year’s Eve, another round of abuse from the public and demands from the media were

expected. All calls were supposed to be diverted to BIG in Sydney

and the company’s share registry, but some slipped through to me.

Apart from fielding calls, there was nothing much else for me to

do. Usually I’d start thinking about the annual report, the annual general meeting, that kind of thing. The ad agency was still working away on BIG’s new logo.

I spent time on Facebook, searching for Jack, but apart from

the fact that there are forty million Jack Joneses, I couldn’t imagine him playing around on Facebook anyway, telling his friends what

he had for breakfast.

Then, as though he knew I was thinking about him, Jack called

me. And he sounded really happy. Of course he was happy – he was

getting laid. He told me that the New Year’s Eve bombs had been

analysed and that they were made from fertiliser. He thought I’d

like to know ahead of the announcements about it.

‘The stolen fertiliser?’ I said.

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‘Unlikely. This was vandalism, not terrorism. Ammonium nitrate

was readily available until recently. My guess is it’s unrelated.’

‘And you’re still thinking the terrorists you’ve been watching

stole the fertiliser?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay. Well, thanks for letting me know.’

‘How are you?’

‘What? Oh.’ I remembered then that I was supposed to be shitty

with him, so I gave him my shittiest voice. ‘I need to go. Got work to do.’

‘Right. And Erica?’

‘Uh huh?’

‘Charlie Heiner called me. Asked for your number.’

‘Well I hope you didn’t give it to him.’

‘No, but I assume you told him you’re available?’

‘Of course. Because I am.’ I hung up.

On Saturday morning I headed out for a power walk. On the way

to the Tan I passed a couple of sporting fields. There were lots of people around. I liked watching people as I walked. I liked watching them play with their dogs, and families having fun on bikes, and I especially liked the big, handsome football players training on the oval. I was surprised to see them there today though, in January. A charity match? I wandered over to the fence and watched for a while.

Lines of fans were thick around the periphery, yelling and shouting.

‘Don’t tell me you’re a Collingwood supporter,’ a voice behind me

said.

I whipped around, ready to clobber whoever was using such

insulting language. It was Charlie Heiner!

‘No,’ I said. ‘ No! Are you?’

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‘I am.’ He was grinning, so handsome.

‘Well, that does it. I’ll never go out with you, Charlie Heiner.’ I stamped my foot and pouted. How does he do it? Cause me to flirt

like an idiot simply by smiling at me?

He made a sad face.

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