Kandy Shepherd - From Paradise...to Pregnant!

He whistled. ‘That was a tough thing to do. Brave too.’

She shrugged. ‘My new life started then.’

‘You had worse things going on than a teenage me ranting at you...’

She met his gaze. ‘What happened with you hurt me. I won’t deny it. I...I valued our friendship. It was a beacon in the darkness of those days.’

Mitch swore low and fluently.

She waited for him to finish. ‘It’s history now. I appreciate your apology. And I don’t want to hear one more word about it.’

‘Just a few more words,’ he said, with that engaging grin.

‘I can’t imagine what more there is to be said,’ she said, her lips twitching into a smile in response. ‘But okay. Your final words. Fire away.’

‘I was sent to the principal to be punished for my plagiarism. She was new that year and didn’t know me. When I explained she listened. Turns out I had a mild form of dyslexia that had never been diagnosed. I got help. My grades picked up. Not just in English, but all my subjects. I could have gone to university on my Higher School Certificate results if I hadn’t chosen to play soccer instead.’

‘Mitch, that’s wonderful news!’

Her instinct was to reach out and hug him. With every fibre of her being she resisted it. She could not trust herself to touch him.

But while she thought touching was not on the agenda, Mitch obviously thought otherwise. He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. ‘I have a lot to thank you for, Zoe,’ he said.

His hand was warm and firm on her bare skin and she had to force herself not to tremble with the pleasure of it.

She had to clear her throat before she could reply. ‘Not me. The principal. Yourself. That’s who you should thank.’

He let his hand drop from her shoulder and she felt immediately bereft of his touch. That attraction she’d felt for him at seventeen was still there, simmering below the surface.

‘I’m determined to thank you, whether you acknowledge your role in the outcome or not,’ he said. ‘The least I can do is buy you dinner.’ He looked at his watch. ‘An early dinner?’

That threw her. She’d assumed once they’d sorted out the problems of the past he’d be on his way. ‘Here? Now?’

‘I don’t think it would be a good idea to go into Seminyak so soon after the quake. Too dangerous.’

‘I...I was going to order room service,’ she blurted out.

‘I was going to suggest the hotel restaurant. But I might get recognised. And I don’t want anyone else intruding on our reunion celebration. Room service is a great idea. Your villa or mine?’

‘Uh... H-Here would be good,’ she stammered. Reunion celebration?

Had the earthquake knocked her off that massage table and she’d hit her head? Was she hallucinating? Or in some some kind of coma?

Her and Mitch Bailey, having dinner tête-à-tête in the seclusion of a luxurious private villa in Bali? Maybe she’d wake up and find herself back in the spa, sprawled amid the debris with a big fat headache.

But if it was a dream, or a long-ago fantasy come true, she was going to enjoy every second of being with Mitch. Who knew what tomorrow might bring?

She swung her legs off the side of the lounger. ‘I’ll go get the room service menu.’

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