Miranda Lee - In the Australian's Bed - The Passion Price / The Australian's Convenient Bride / The Australian's Marriage Demand

‘A visitor. What kind of visitor?’

‘A young man. Name of Alex.’

Alex! Jake didn’t have any colleagues or acquaintances named Alex, so presumably this had to be the Alex.

Jake frowned over Sally calling him young. Of course, Sally thought anyone under forty was young, but it sounded as though Angelina’s Alex was what was commonly called a ‘younger’ man.

Jake tried to ignore the instant stab of jealousy and focus on what the fool was doing, showing up at his office.

All he could think of was that Angelina had changed her mind and broken up with Alex over the phone, plus told him the identity of the guy she’d thrown him over for.

Jake groaned. As much as he was happy to find that his paranoid thoughts about Angelina two-timing him were just that…paranoid, the last thing he wanted was a confrontation with a furious ex boyfriend.

‘I gather you know who I’m talking about,’ Sally said.

‘Possibly. Does my visitor have a second name?’

‘Mastroianni,’ Sally supplied.

‘ Mastroianni! ’ he repeated, totally taken aback.

And then the penny dropped. Alex was some kind of relative. Angelina had said he was half-Italian. Maybe that was what she’d meant about her relationship with him being complicated. If he was a cousin or something, she would have to explain things more fully. She couldn’t just dump the guy without giving him a reason.

‘I think you should get back here, Jake. This is something you have to attend to personally, by the look of things.’

‘OK,’ Jake said with a sigh. ‘Tell him I’ll be there shortly.’

The offices of Keats, Marsden and Johnson were spacious and classy, occupying half of the tenth floor of the building Jake had pointed out to Angelina the previous Sunday. Their main reception area was set directly opposite the lift well, behind a solid glass wall and two equally solid glass doors. Sally reigned over the reception desk and the waiting room, and had done so for many years. Although not unattractive for her age—she had turned fifty last month—Sally was the exception to the rule that highly visible Sydney receptionists should be curvy blondes with seductive smiles.

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